Throughout the ages, another spring flower is in full bloom, a single cup is in full bloom, and there is no moon shadow, leaving a candle until dawn. Things are unpredictable, but things are intangible. When is it clear? When does nobody listen to romantic snow city? When do you prefer to remember Chang 'an? The past is like a cloud, and the dream is not broken. I just want to remember Chang' an wine as a fairy in the Ming Dynasty, and my heart is like spring water. Endless lovesickness, waiting for the flowers to bloom. The circle will be connected with your soul and dreams again. Throughout the ages, flowers bloom and fall, cups and lamps are empty, and the moon shines on people without taking pictures. Things are unpredictable, until the morning, the wind is invisible, clouds and flowing water, Wan Li is clear, empty, and no one listens to the wind, the moon and Syracuse. When I prefer to remember Chang 'an, when the past is like a cloud, the dream is not broken, I just want to remember Chang 'an with the wine of the Ming Dynasty, just like the ripples of spring water. When the flowers bloom in the moon, I will meet your soul dream again. When I remember Chang 'an, the past is like a cloud, and my dream will not be broken. I just want to make wine like a fairy, and I will remember Chang 'an's heart is like endless yearning for spring water. When the flowers bloom in the moon, I will meet your soul dream again.
Give the world is also very good! !
Song background
Zhou Di Bai Yan died on a snowy night ten years after he proclaimed himself emperor. The emperor, born in a rough land, doesn't like luxury. After he forced the palace to seize the throne, he abandoned the magnificent palace built by the former emperor. The Kowloon Tower, which stayed in the emperor's palace every night, died cross-legged on the futon in front of the stone house at the top of the tower, facing a portrait on the wall. If there is a maid-in-waiting who lived in the former dynasty, she will definitely recognize that this woman with a beautiful face is the last imperial concubine sealed by the former emperor. It turned out that after ten years of being devoted to China, Bai Yan followed the man after all. He didn't leave a word. So all the mysteries about the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, together with the portraits hanging on the Nine Towers, were buried in the heavy history books and hidden behind the Seven-fold gauze curtain.
The sound of halberd * * * the sound of silk and bamboo is hoarse. Who showed you the blood of the seven-fold yarn outside the city and spilled white yarn? Enemy at the Gates Sixth Army didn't send it, but goodbye is life and death. At that time, the red line turned a thousand times. As a person who married that scar, whose old scar can still drink tea quietly and crush this picture of bustling fireworks and blood-stained rivers and mountains? How can it be a little cinnabar between the brow and the world or respect the emperor and Yuan He?
[1] I just want to see you again after the busy game-writing protocol, listening to the sword and the dumb tall building with tears. Who said that peach blossoms have withered? Who calculated the divination for you? The divination is the most flawless and romantic, and the pipa warm wind bounces back to the west bank of the painting building. Who is in a good mood everywhere? Who won't say that he loves flowers and doesn't love childhood friends? The first divination always covers the world for you, and the bright moon shines all over the world. Who finally got the imperial concubine cinnabar?
[2] The silent noise in the arms of the war horse neighed in the mountains and rivers, and the wind blew across the heavens and the earth, killing Hua Rong. Xie, after nine days of King's Landing Tower, I watched the meteor whispering back to that moment all night, and the years were silent, which also made people afraid of dying vines. It turns out that time has been gently rubbed in the dream. You are standing on the floor, standing under the moon, looking at the vast world side by side. The years are silent, and people are afraid that the dead vines will grow branches.
In my dream, you are still standing upstairs, standing under the moon, brushing the snowflakes off your clothes and looking at the vast world side by side. In my dream, you are still standing upstairs, standing under the moon, brushing the snowflakes off your clothes and looking at the vast world side by side.