When the moon sets
The wind blows from the willow branches
In the distance
The golden neon music of the palace wall
< p> Luo Shang is plump and plumpAs graceful as a jade dragon
Rising and swinging
Painted like a thousand-year-old Suzhou
Slender and thin in one piece of clothing Water
In the sound of crows
Freehand waving of wide sleeves
Shaking off large areas of fishing fire
Expressed as bronze and elegant poems
In a thousand years
Jingle bells?
Jingle bells
Turn into sleepless wilderness
Thousands of years Appointment
A wanderer comes through the frost
The world of mortals slides down his brow
Feeling sighs on his fingertips
Seeing the old cangzhi The sacred room is sacred
Keep your clothes straight
Kowtow step by step
Have some leisurely reflections
Bitter, bitter and sweet< /p>
Green moss covering the Tang and Song dynasties
A promise of a thousand years
A promise of a thousand years
The scenery was once old
Jiang Feng is still
Only his eyes are full of hope
Sailing