"Blood of Roses"
The night is dark, the carved beams and temples are shadowed, the feathers are pale, the clothes are cold, the hands are plain, the pipa string songs are scorched, the tail is playing, the plum blossoms on the left of the river are endless, the cup is shadowed, the moon is full of rouge and tears, and the clothes are stained Autumn eyes are cut with golden threads, replaced by yaoyao. Lovesickness and seal incense are burning. The banks of Jinling on the banks of Qinhuai are filled with paintings every year. The sound of the boat is full of sighs. Who sighs? The sound of peonies fades. The sound of people's white hair gradually becomes wider. The voice hides who worries about the river. The roses at dusk. Why are we crying and crying for ten miles of mist? The lanterns are dim, the red sleeves are decorated with jade ribbons, and the clear flute is a song of resentment. The seven strings of Qiliao play with the neon clothes and slowly wind around. Where are the leaning bridges and painted boats under the moon, the color of the river, the color of the embroidered buildings, and the song is still lingering. After listening to it, I fall asleep in the rain. Who said that the city is full of romance, flying catkins, red door willows, watching a broken jade, Qingming rain, a chaotic long street, a hundred steps, the soul is broken, the black hair is difficult to recover, the dream of forgetting the river falls in the leisure pool, the sound of the corner, the broken brocade, the unprovoked cold quilt, the night of Bashan An inch of candle tears, one watch, cold eyebrows, pale eyes, short time, the spring breeze blows, no sighs, who sighs, the voice of the broken peony is late, urging people, white hair, clothes are getting wider, the voice hides, who is worried about the heart of the river at dusk, what is the reason for the failure of the rose, how to cry blood Who sighs, who sighs that the years are not coming back? The wind and rain are like darkness, the country is like a half-sleeved green shirt, and the makeup is red, the tears are red, the rain hits the bluestones on the ground, pearls and jade are scattered, roses are like blood, blood is not cold before the fifth watch, roses are like blood, blood is colder than the fifth watch< /p>
"Dream Listening to Snow"
In the wasteland, horses are riding sideways on New Orchid and Luoyang snow. Year after year, the lonely tower is helpless. The sound of the flute rises for the strings. The dust is like water. Life and death are confused. The sunset is cold. The road of life is short, the blood and vigor are dyed through the Xuanyuan shirt, the two people are in tears under the amber moon, the swords and swords are shining, the fate has come and gone, leaning on the building, listening to the snow, watching the endless sorrow, at that moment, I still want to hold the king's hand, the soul's miss, the bloody result, in the end, the dragon lurks The falling dream of the phoenix has a faint hint of drifting meaning. The journey of the rivers and lakes is interpreted with a sword. The bell swaying in the wind protects the flowers. This feeling becomes the memory of the wound in my heart. I worship the moon. The separation of life and death. Wandering. Two hearts are far away from the dangerous fence. I cannot confess to you. The desert in my heart drowns the years and the moonlight. It is as pale as frost and is incomprehensible. The sorrow in my heart is forgotten like hate but cannot. The snow finally falls to the ground and melts in the heart of the river. Who sighs for you and I say I will never give up. I lean on the building and listen to the snow. The endless sorrow is still there at that moment. The miss that holds your soul in your hand, the bloody result, the dragon and the phoenix falling deep in the mountain tomb, staying together until the eternity, listening to the snow, the scars of the world, riding sideways in the wasteland, riding on the snow in New Orchid, Luoyang, year after year, the helpless flute in the lonely building The sound of the strings of the piano breaks the blood, and the sunset shadows are seen thousands of times
"Listening to the Snow River and Lake"
The long sword sings and the snow falls, the mountains and rivers are silent
Zhu Ma looks back at the lingering moon shadow on the top of Cangshan Mountain
Recalling Canglang’s betrayal, separation and wrongful encounter in the past
The blood has been drained and the heart does not know where to go
Hengdao Xiangtian rivers and lakes fate has forgotten the joys and sorrows
The lonely red clothes with sword lights and snow shadows on the ten thousand-storey building
Seeing the prosperity disappear, feeling lonely and independent, leaning against the flute and blowing the night rain
< p>The ending of being lonely for half a life and unable to see throughPutting wine on the moon, pillow, book and sword, dancing in a bloody place
Who will win and who will lose in the chaotic world of snow and fog
Riding the horse and whipping the whip to the end of the world, hand in hand with *** to go on the long road of life
But I don’t know that reincarnation is difficult to end and destiny is difficult to reverse. I will leave thousands of words and miss you
I will tell you again in the next life
The snow falls silently at night and the flowers ring the wind chimes
The brief encounter of the ice knife, frost sword and purple road in the world of mortals
Looking at the hurried parting of the green mountains, bright rivers, yellow springs and blue falls
Withering in the wind, the bloodweed blossoms till the end of the night
Tonight, when I wake up from the drunkenness, I wander about the road ahead and look towards the end of the world to see the way home
To whom can I silently tell the past events to the desolate past in the snow-falling plain
How to cross the river of flowing water and forget the river, which is full of confusion and mistakes?
Who has ever used a sword to ride a horse to cut off the sky and look down on all the heroes in the world at dusk
Listen to the snow in the rivers and lakes
Tonight, when I wake up from my drunkenness, how can I wander back to the end of the world and look back at my homecoming
To whom can I tell the past in silence on the desolate snow-falling plain
How can I cross the flowing water and forget the river and cross the sandy desert and the vastness here? Body mistake
Who has ever used a sword to ride a horse to cut off the sky and look down on all the heroes in the world at dusk
Listen to the snow in Jianghu