Reminiscing about an old friend in a green shirt, the dream is slightly cool ╮ The seven-pansy years, living up to you, the north bank & the early sunshine? Light ink, clear words, blue rain, shallow snow, clear road, low eyebrows, shallow smell, ink dripping in the alley? Yiren Dressed in plain clothes, for whom I am alluring, with a soft smile and a tender heart. Dressed in red, old candles, cherry blossoms sliding down the skirt, clouds and water, Zen heart, Xiaoxiang night, rain flute, mint light, when I was young. Break, break those three thousand crazy butterflies dancing in the light summer, a city with catkins blowing into snow, cold eyes with daisy in their eyes, chanting in the clear, no regrets, one thought of separation, flowers falling off the broken bridge, the remaining snow ℡ How can the inky beauty of the cherry blossom dream at the end of the alley rival your eyebrows? A bit of cinnabar, old smoke, falling flowers, drifting with the flowing water, my heart is like a deserted island, no talk of the past, the breeze, strong liquor? Drunk at dusk, in lovesickness, in my dream, the fairy is banished, the light moon flows, and the song of hibiscus warms up to my eyebrows. You step on the peach blossoms and return to the green shirt. The man has not returned to the mountain. There are trees. You look back intentionally to hear you sigh. The misty rain in Xiaoxiang is just for you. Looking back, you dye your sleeves with the fragrance of plum blossoms