... 1, two springs reflecting the moon, how many souls have been hurt-inscription Huishan, towering handle Er Quan, tender string sitting on a smooth stone by the water, are you eager to close your eyes or anxious? Trembling fingers gently ring on two hairs ...] Erquan reflects the moon.
Everything is soaked by the night, and the world sets many traps for itself behind a mask, drawing wolves growling at the night, while the heart is still moving silently, repeatedly identifying its palm prints from one road to another, unable to hide the pain and humiliation that cannot be banished, as tight as two trembling strings, twice lost ... Tonight, without moonlight, I have gone to the second spring on earth, or the moonlight on my pillow swims around the strings and rubs. The superficial melody drills wood to light the clear spring, but it doesn't light your suffering. The eyes are still dark and dull. The drizzle outside the window gently shook my dreamless bed. I know ... the moon is the eye of the night, charming and clear, more subtle than the wings of flowers. The desire to cross the clouds and touch the wandering heart tears the thirsty heart. Only when there is a full moon, there is only waiting. I can only remember that Erquan reflected the moon on my teacher, and now whether your figure is still reflected in the bleak night, dragging a brand-new erhu with difficulty, banging on the long stone road in the dark street more heavily, injecting the strength and tenacity of life into a bow, and your fate is tightened on two suspension cables. ...