I used to like listening to "Qingping Diao". I learned folk dance before. Every time I danced, I chose this song as the dance music. Then the teacher praised it for the good matching. The lyrics are three of Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao", sung by Teresa Teng and Faye Wong. One of the clouds is like clothes, flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen him at the top of Qunyu Mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon. The second branch is red and the dew is fragrant, and the clouds and rain in Wushan are heartbreaking. May I ask who in the Han Palace looks like it? Poor Feiyan Yi Xinzhuang. The three of them are in love with each other, making the king smile. To explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans against the langan in the north.