Beauty is like a night song, and the phoenix dance will meet again in nine days.
How many fleeting heroes are trapped in life?
How many heroes with beautiful scenery feel pain in their hearts?
Don't forget me,
Remember her old dreams.
It hurts even more to think of bloody inscriptions and slanders.
The cherry blossoms are scattered and redder.
If you don't want to meet, what's the harm in the afterlife?
Dreams don't know the color of heaven and earth,
The soul doesn't want to go to heaven.
A thousand glasses of wine are free,
The scene in my heart is still lingering.
It snowed and the river didn't condense.
The breeze is blowing and the snow is a little cold.
This is when the snow falls and the sun rises.
The flute sounded in the distant mountains.
There was no sound in the snow, only the sound of the piano echoed.
The flute is long and the echo is clear and melodious.
The sun is floating and the flute is ringing in the air.
Snow reflects fragrance, clouds shade water.
Looking back, I saw the rain chasing waves in the river.
Suddenly looking back, I can't see my wife ironing wine.
Stunning the water, dressing up, reflecting the face,
Just yesterday, Iraq's hair fluttered in the wind.
The flute and Bo Xue,
The listener is lonely.