The pounding of horses' hooves, the bright moon sky bouncing, the darkness,
Right and wrong, sadness and faintness,
The night rain is fragrant, and the shadow leans against the fence;
Some semi-cities are hazy and gloomy,
Blowing willow banks, fireworks are gorgeous,
Dazzling and misty blue sky.
It's getting late, and the strings are euphemistic.
Who told the Jade Emperor in the breeze, with messy songs and memories of Chang 'an in dreams every night?
With a sigh,
How many confidants have been scattered,
Everything is complicated, with a wry smile and euphemism,
Listen to the string break, break 3 thousand, the world is warm and cold.
At the beginning of the halo,
Who is still struggling with a dream of red mansions?
The petals outside the window of Zhuge floated away,
Its shame lingers in the eternal precipitation,
Life cycle.
The sparse mountains and rivers are so awesome,
The "light and shadow" of the sunset fell into the deep cold of the distant youth.
The flowing water gurgles and flies several times.
Obviously secretly, whose smile is so unbearable,
Ripples split into loneliness projected by China New Year.
Gently bend over your desk and wave your hand, those regrets that have withered in the old dreams of the world of mortals,
How many sincere and ardent cries have been mournful;
What kind of melancholy is carried in these ranges,
The sound of calling can't awaken the eternal fetters of the rolling world of mortals,
Listen to the string break again, and break the moon shadow floating between drunken dreams.
When the petals fall into the last romance,
Will those endless autumn chills spread for a long time?
The fragrance of time,
Will eventually be dried by years,
Those sad cries echoing in the eternal tower,
It has become a blue shore that can't swim through the vicissitudes of the Millennium.
The pounding of horses' hooves, the bright moon sky bouncing, the darkness,
Right and wrong, sadness and faintness,
The night rain is fragrant, and the shadow leans against the fence.
Some semi-cities are hazy and gloomy.
Blowing willow banks, fireworks are gorgeous,
The beauty of the night sky makes me dizzy.
It's getting late, and Jiangshan Jinse string is euphemistic;
Who told the jade emperor in the breeze, the messy shengqu, and recalled Chang' an in the dream every night,
A sigh, how many confidants are scattered.
Everything is complicated, with a wry smile and euphemism,
Listening string is broken,
Without running water, the world becomes cold and warm. ...