Falling wood urges sudden snow, red clouds rise, chaotic mountains span deep and lonely. Poor water is empty, and the ancient road is set. Huang Jintai Gao Qi Xiao, Xiao Qing is cold and angry with blood. He wants to celebrate his song, send his crown, and break his gold and iron.
Who reads Chang 'an Night in Shu Road, rests in the rain at dusk, and the wheels in the intestines are still turning. I can't bear to see Wu Sun suddenly sad at the home of the King of Qi. Day after day, the dream is gone forever, and when I come back, I have no mood at all. Every shot of Hu Jia Guan Shanyue is empty, with a heavy dream and a strong west wind.