Walking in the long river of years, the past is like smoke. The old friend is far away, and I wander here alone-watching the wind light and the clouds light, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide. Dribble ... who is that lonely song thinking about? Once there were 1000 kinds of heroic spirit and 10,000 kinds of amorous feelings, all of which followed Gone forever. ...
I was in my prime, and I was afraid of coining new words, so I blew the horn of desolation and tragic, and played the voice of fifty strings beyond the Great Wall. I have a heart of stone and tender feelings. I looked for him in the dim light, and my daughter bought him a gift. Who is this feeling for? Do you still remember that cold rainy night, when you went up to the tall building alone and patted the railings, where were you? Have you ever heard me sing for you? Think that year, the Northern War, Jin Ge Tiema, swallowed Wan Li like a tiger? Why am I the only one who asks: Can Lian Po still eat when he is old? I sing, I laugh, I cry, I am crazy, and heaven is all my fault! Who * * * me, drunken!
Gu Ying felt sorry for himself. Last night, my hair turned to snow today Is this still the charming boudoir girl who "untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone"? But last night, after a sudden storm and a deep sleep, I still had a mind to ask if I was green, fat, red and thin. I still remember that bright summer night, when I returned to the boat late, and the lotus was romantic and gentle. However, fate played a trick on me. Why did you treat me so badly and let my weak shoulders bear the hatred of the nation and the family? The rise and fall of the world, is it a "living as a hero and dying as a ghost man"? Stop it! No! No! Steamed bun! Things are people who are not close to everything. After dusk, let him roll the curtain to the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
"Gui Xi Lan oars, blowing empty Ming Xi back time. I am looking forward to beauty, and I am looking forward to the sky. " Do you know what song I am singing? If there were no "Wutai Poetry Case" and the experience of moving to Huangzhou to the left, maybe I would be attached to the world of mortals instead of "feathering into immortality", maybe the ship would die and Jianghai would spend the rest of my life. Looking back on that year, I was famous in Beijing, and I asked myself where the grass was growing. Why do you dream at night, leaving only dust and frost on your temples? There are hundreds of miles of rocks in Chibi, thousands of piles of melting snow, lonely wild goose flowers and light leaves in West Lake, wild grass in my hometown and Songshan under the bright moon ... Those who once loved me, pitied me, hated me, hurt me and betrayed me turned out to be just a drop in the ocean. I propose a toast to the moon tonight, and I deeply wish you all: May people last for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. ...
Long Ge's songs, to recall the glory of three thousand years, to soothe the sadness of three thousand years, to miss those immortal souls in the past years!