Laughing and floating flowers disturb the world of mortals,
You miss Lucy, hold your hand and foam, and your heart is reluctant.
I didn't expect the flowers to fail,
Bald and empty, silent at night, nobody cares,
Immersed in sadness, what a dream, if you dress up as a flower,
Qingge naively thought.
I would rather be quiet than go home, but I want to bring good company. I will never have such a life.
Don't be infatuated with the grudges in the world, the red skirt feathers turn into dust butterflies.
Xiao Lou Qing Xuan, clever smile, bright blood and silver cream,
Dreaming of Li, his half-life fate has not yet entered.
At present, outside the smoke, the jade hand orchid cocked its fingers,
Live together, remember your last wishes, get drunk and enjoy the clear moon,
Fireworks scattered in front of the Buddha, suffering for thousands of years.
Yongding has no life and death complex, and the two are happy.
Beautiful, delicate and pretty, plain clothes hands,
The world is lonely and accompanied. I expect the world to sigh for beauty.
The shadow of the moon palace knocks on my heart.
After flying for two nights, the dust will be beautiful.
Long-cherished sorrow, Iraq's sleeves are not full, and fate locks the heart.
When the soul is dying, how can it travel all over the world and remember past and future generations?
If you are happy all your life, you will never know him, and things will be different.
But I'm already in a trance. What year is this year?
Keywords Chen Chiming's illusion, Gui Xianghan, Zi Yiling's flying,
A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of reincarnation,
After life and death, sigh vicissitudes of life,
Flying flowers stepping through the snow, reflecting the moon frost, faintly looking up,
It is also a shirt full of tears.
As time goes by, I can't catch that crazy dream.
Chen Hong imperial city