The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bow down. If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? Thousands of miles of Jiangling return in one day, withered vines and old trees dimmed by crows. When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. There is talk of lovesickness at the bottom of the acacia tree, and Si Lang hates Lang Lang without knowing it. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. There are infinite painting hands in the world, but a sad picture cannot be painted. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging on the Qianchuan River in the distance. Thousands of miles away, the old friend remains in my heart. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone. If heaven has feelings, it will also grow old, and the right path in the world will undergo vicissitudes of life. When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. As the day fades behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. The flowery moon is blowing in the spring breeze, and the mountains and rivers are so charming. Jiangnan has nothing, just give me a spring branch. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment. Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it. The world is a big dream, and life has its cool moments in autumn. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so fast that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. The river city is like a painting, and the mountains and rivers are like people. The sky is clear and the sand is full of autumn thoughts. People have not returned from the long march of thousands of miles. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging on the Qianchuan River in the distance. Thousands of miles away, the old friend remains in my heart. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone. If heaven has feelings, it will also grow old, and the right path in the world will undergo vicissitudes of life. When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. As the day fades behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. The flowery moon is blowing in the spring breeze, and the mountains and rivers are so charming. Jiangnan has nothing, just give me a spring branch. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment. Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level. I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain. Once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it. The world is a big dream, and life has its cool moments in autumn. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so fast that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. The river city is like a painting, and the mountains and rivers are like people. The sky is clear and the sand is full of autumn thoughts. People have not returned from the long march of thousands of miles. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging on the Qianchuan River in the distance. Thousands of miles away, the old friend remains in my heart. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone.
If heaven has feelings, heaven will also grow old, and the world will be right