Pear white, scattered in the cold spring.
Willow smoke haze, rolling curtain soak thin bosom.
The string is slack and the song is tired,
Nobody's joking, fingertips guessing.
Outside the heavy mountain, it should be the old swallow.
Once upon a time, all over Lantai,
The sound is slow, the strong word is sad.
Two cups, ups and downs, he Nai,
We should stop the juvenile debt.
Three points, blood cut,
If you dream, you can't find the dust.
For whom to treat, for whom to count the moss?
As time goes by, qionglin will wear it at night.
Lift the North fortress and strike the festival to be generous.
Depicting distant Dai, pei'e color,
Send 18 photos for you.
A few stacks of bones are buried in the sea of sand.
Once upon a time, all over Lantai,
The sound is slow, the strong word is sad.
Two cups, ups and downs, he Nai,
We should stop the juvenile debt.
Three points, blood cut,
If you dream, you can't find the dust.
For whom to treat, for whom to count the moss?
Take it easy, Jolie,
Long Pavilion narrow, Xu Zhushui to Dai.
One hundred years, one inch of heart is not in danger,
Change your face in the mirror.
It's hard to think about everything,
Then old, taste back to today.
The flowers failed yesterday, and the new flowers bloomed alone.
Who will pick the new flowers when they failed yesterday?
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