After reading the book, I finally realized that I knew that I had to do it.

On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.

On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet after dusk.

On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I don’t see the people from last year, my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears

In the light, shadow and sound, the sky is still cold, the water is still cold, in the dream, silk and bamboo are singing softly, outside the building, outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the mountain, no one has returned. Still

The wild goose looks back and has long forgotten the river. The man playing the piano is full of tears, his shirt is full of tears, his clothes are full of flowers, his shoulders are full of flowers.

Where is the south of the Yangtze River in the sound of the flute, the shadow of the cold window, the smoke, the waves and the sound of the oar< /p>

Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk

The most unbearable thing in the world is that the beautiful face leaves the mirror and leaves the flower on the tree