The morpheme poem Liang Hongzhi sings Faye Wong.
When will you be free this month?
Holding my cup, I asked the blue sky
I don't know the heavenly palace
What year is tonight?
Riding the wind, I will fly there.
Lest Joan Yu
The higher the altitude, the colder the weather-if a person is too prominent, he is likely to feel desolate.
I stood up to dance and play with my shadow.
How can this human world compare with yours?
Turn to Zhuge, low-lying sleepless.
There should be no hate, no matter how long you leave.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs.
Nothing is perfect since ancient times.
Wish people a long time.