Pear flowers around the corner of my clothes
Back to the red curtain
Listen to the Oriole on the branch, the wind in the ditch
The blue oar on the boat pushes away the mist
It's more than half a day
The lush scenery turned yellow
In the wind of fading temperature
Then we can see clearly what we are here
The melting of dusk makes the dark green
Who am I in this old street
Just a little bit of rain will be enough to whitewash this right and wrong
When the moon rises, who knocks on the door
Moss green slate Street
Mottled years like flowing water
Three cups and two cups of wine
Between your indifferent brows
A glimpse of the joys and sorrows of parting
The pavilions are flying with dust and fog
Showing mottled stone steps
In the eye is the falling leaves, but the grass goes to the deep yard
There are two Qiong cups on the small table
Close your eyes and listen to the breeze
There seems to have been laughter lingering in this high Xuan
The clouds move, the cicadas sing, the rain falls, the ripples stir
The world is outlined by Cun rub and dye
The first glance of the origin has fixed the three lives for thousands of years
Who am I in this old street
Just a little bit of rain will be enough to whitewash this right and wrong
When the moon rises, who knocks on the door
Moss green slate Street
Mottled years like flowing water
Three cups and two cups of wine
Between your indifferent brows
A glimpse of the joys and sorrows of parting
In March, pear blossoms and snows bloom and fail for several years
Black and white, black and white, blue and white interspersed with helplessness
When did the crescent moon first appear on the riverside at that time
And who am I treating
Looking back at this pavilion for thousands of years
Remember who you are
Only the moon is faint enough to outline this right and wrong
Wait for this recollection to gush, have already shed tears between trance
Fengshili Long Street
Who is frowning behind the red curtain
A dream of mulberry, bamboo and peach land
Place of farewell in samsara
May we meet again in this life
Melt your brow
Sorrow, frost and snow
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