Golden Thread Song
Lu Jing
Please *** the stars rise, watch the long wind, enter the house through the curtain, like a thread, blowing my mortal world Three thousand dreams, thank you for the light. Dancing with a long sword, who remembers old acquaintances? And compose the beauty in the fragrant ink, mess with the strings of the silver zither to make new sentences, cut the clear snow, and turn it into flying rain.
Why send the old things from the world, sigh the legend, how can you pay for it if the passion is not over? The vast sea of ??clouds and the wind are about to rise, and the poems and poems taken from the rafters are put aside for the time being, and I fall in love with the Chinese music. I don't recall the days of Long Huangxue. There has always been mist and rain under this misty atmosphere, and the discussion of prosperity and failure was iron-clad.