Text/Ling Xi
Remember the wind by the bridge that year?
The wind blows the morning like a song.
Blow the White River and blow away the Zen bell.
Clothes are flying, but people's hearts are still there.
Remember the snow outside Meiling that year?
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky
Gone with the wind white autumn mountain, faded from the past.
Heart words turn to dust, and dreams can't continue without thinking.
A kite passes through the clouds in a slightly higher sky.
Changfeng hunting alone to see the river sail oblique?
The sunset clouds dispersed the rolling lead clouds.
The ship came, the line broke and the people dispersed.
Don't ask, the days are long.
Whether he goes downstream or upstream.
Holding a bow of river water instead of wine
People are gone, songs are far away and the world is long.