The mountains and valleys go to Jingmen, and there is a village of Mingfei.
Once we go to Zitai Lianshuo Desert, we will only leave the green tomb facing the dusk.
Draw a picture to understand the spring breeze, and wear a ring in the sky to return to the soul of the night moon.
For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music.
When Concubine Ming first left the Han Palace, her temples and feet were wet with tears in the spring breeze.
Looking back at the shadow has no color, but the king cannot control himself.
When I came back, I was surprised by the painting hand. I have never seen it in my life.
The origin of the mood could not be painted, and Mao Yanshou died in vain at that time.
As soon as I left, I knew I would never return. I was so pitiful that I wore all the clothes of the Han Dynasty.
When I send a message to ask about Sainan, only swan geese fly every year.
My family traveled thousands of miles to spread the news, but fortunately, I didn’t remember each other in Zhancheng.
Don’t you see that Gillian is closed behind the door, her life is full of frustration.
Concubine Ming married Hu Er for the first time, and all the hundreds of soldiers in the felt army were concubines Hu.
It is said that there is no place to be alone, and it is conveyed to Pipa that the heart knows itself.
The golden pole stirs the spring breeze, and I watch Feihong persuade Hujiu.
The maids in the Han Palace wept secretly, but the passers-by on the sand looked back.
Han En is shallow and Hu is deep. The joy of life lies in understanding each other.
It is a pity that the green tomb has been destroyed, but there are still mourning strings left to this day.