I don't want to be an internet sensation praised by the world.
I don't want to wait in this jade pool for thousands of years, guarding this unruly.
Poems in Tang and Song Dynasties are flat and even, and scholars and writers compete for novelty and beauty.
Makes me feel tired
The song is full of infatuation and drunkenness, and the face opens at night.
I just want an ordinary one, such as Petunia, peach and Pugong.
I just want one copy, you and me.
In the midsummer of that year, you came by orchid boat.
You said that people who admire me are either dyed or demon.
Have pity on my fragrance.
I swayed in your flute, making the fish forget to breathe and wag their tails.
I said: take me away, I want to play with you.
You shook your head.
You said that my crooked fingers are like the stars in the sky and the moon in the water to you, and you can only watch and appreciate them from a distance.
You said, I am an elf, and your world can't hold my jade snow.
After a brief infatuation, Lanzhou takes you away.
Took mine, too Everything.
I'm more aloof.
In this troubled world, I am alone with a pure and silent flower.
As always, the world's reputation of holding the moon by the stars has given me a halo, which has been circulating for a long time.
As for me, it takes thousands of years of practice to get your comments.
Thousands of bees and butterflies surround the red, yellow and white lotus.
And the lotus heart, no one knows.