The boundless land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

Allow him to be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.

I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.

Who will burn the smoke away and scatter the ties of vertical and horizontal ties.

Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.

Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrowing country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling.

In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.

When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, the flowers will fall and the people will die.

Still water flows deep, and the sound of music plays music; in three lives, the clouds and sunshine wax and wane, and the joys and sorrows of one day come together.

The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by like a fleeting time. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.

This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary grave, with no place to express desolation.

Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you

A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows of several lifetimes

It’s ridiculous that my fate is determined by nature.

The passage of time

Dream back to the waterfront

Watch the fireworks and the full moon.

The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.

At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other

Destinations gather and disperse like water, carrying the world on our backs, just for a word, waiting for the next meeting.

Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed