Lyrics of cherry blowing snow by Mai Junlong

The preface to Lanting falls into the wine of Jin Dynasty

Such as seeing off half a lifetime's resume and changing four lines of Tang Poetry

The trumpet blows, singing to the wine

Who am I in the Red Cliff fire

Like a dream, wake up from a dream

Looking for a string of numbers

Take out all your battle clothes and talk about your ambition in the mountains

How can we use words delicately

The secret history of curtain and curtain

Let me sing who is flying

Flying flowers into the mud, there is flower gas in the mud

Who do I talk to when I see that I am nothing

All human feelings are forgotten with a smile

The dark flower is printed on the bank note

Gazing at the white eyes and seeing the thousand colored flowers

Cherish the memory of the bird's dwelling, let the snail's dwelling change the companion

Who are you looking for in Kyoto

Lie still, hair pile horizontal Chen, forgotten in the dream of bickering

Let me sing who is flying

Flying flowers into the mud, there is flower gas in the mud

Who do I talk to when I see that I am nothing

I forget who I am

To put it bluntly, snowflakes are not flowers, like cherry blossoms are not snow, playing tricks on people

Don't be afraid. There's no one

No one, no one, no dust

I'll sing a solo. Who's flying

Flying flowers into the mud, there is flower gas in the mud

I see that if I have nothing, I am not who I talk to

Travel in a strange land and write the travel notes of super birth

Forget the beauty of poetry