Broken flowers and broken leaves will never forget Sichuan and never leave. In this life, we cherish.
Flowers fall on the other side, but they don't meet?
Running water doesn't mean to cry, but we don't know each other.
Leaning on the ear, the night is still early, plain face, floating, summer sky, dusk snow, pregnant beads
Looking back at the Millennium, turning to the Millennium, who did I fall in love with a thousand years ago? The secret in Purple Kite Flower is so deep in my heart. I think the old love is the most unforgettable, but the eyes are red and the spirits wear the intestines, but life is not as complete as in the play.
But as soon as we met, we knew each other. Why not meet?
Anneng and Jun absolutely forbid to teach lovesickness in life and death.
The scarlet mole in the corner of your eye has completed your prosperity.
Your majestic mountains and rivers give you an empty pleasure.
At that moment, I raised my horse not to beg for happiness but to wait for your arrival;
On that day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the true words in your Ode to Scripture in the fragrant fog of the temple.
A little cinnabar, two ropas, three or five geese, flowers bloom in all seasons.
Six strings are green, seven stars are hanging, eight or nine points are acacia, and ten years are lazy.
A bottle of wine, a shaft, evokes the ups and downs of the world;
A hemp fiber, a halberd paddle, cut the secular how much sorrow;
Before the song was over, people had dispersed.
The wine is not drunk, and the heart is broken.