Pan-Dutch boat, paying running water, tying silk and picking up cockroaches.
I have a dream, the moon is like a hook, I take off my coat and look haggard, and my worries are beautiful.
Solve your worries and think about it,
The world is like a dream. Laugh and enjoy the cool air.
But I hear the sound of the pavilion going on, and my dream is hard to stay.
Sad string tintin, lovesickness cannot bear to leave lightly,
Looking back, it was another long night looking for purple, and there was nothing funny.
The stormy waves are seamless, but love and hate are always hard to stop.
Standing still, looking at the lonely shadow, thinking is unacceptable.
The wind is rustling and lonely,
It's a long way. Where can I find it?
Excuse me, who sang the acacia tune?
The new mourners started from scratch, and the old ones hated the floating river.
Tears are gone, my heart is broken, the snow is falling, there are no tears, no traces,
I would like to go to the twelfth house of Qionglou and greet the stars with my sword and clouds.
Jiangshan is still as gentle as ever, and sad.
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