Hidden in blue
In the cold months, wooden doors with covers return to their old places.
Looking at the cold tobacco is sad.
You can't drink a cigarette and a fire.
What memory burns in your throat?
Twilight and low winds roll up wine flags.
Staggered present or past
The piano sounds like tears, and the night wind is urgent.
See how many farewells the waning moon can make.
Looking at thousands of miles of snow and hiding blue.
I don't expect to see you every other day.
Drinking alone, dancing sword.
How much is Kong Yu?
Chaos, clouds, blue front, just three feet
Rhododendrons are drunk and arrogant, hiding in Tsing Yi.
But at first sight, I miss you.
Can't avoid between the eyebrows
Who whispers a thousand miles, and an old friend is rare?
Who does not regret doing business?
Peach blossoms are hard to find when the spring breeze laughs.
Where can we be together?
Looking at thousands of miles of snow and hiding blue.
I don't expect to see you every other day.
Then drown your sorrows in wine and ask heaven and earth.
What's the point of a lonely soul?
Looking at thousands of miles of snow and hiding blue.
I don't expect to see you every other day.
Where is the past of horseback riding?
The cup is empty, and the plum blossom smells like snow.
Abandoned dreams vaguely let the world come and go.
Know how much affection hurts you.
Three or two sounds are a mess.
Moss in the cold stage is slippery and easy to accumulate dust.
Might as well go back to Zigui.
When can business participants come back forever?