Standing out into the winds, the nymphalid butterfly on top of the Everest, is it your lonely figure?
Misty Song has not been exhausted people wake up alone, the vast sandbar dream camel bells, lonely lamp, a wisp of distant smoke, overflowing from the purple pipe, like this cold cold night, in the west window by the fence, in the green lamp next to the ancient Buddha, diffuse into a lonely silhouette, the heart in the moaning, the moon in the moaning, the wind in North China in the moaning. Tonight, what else are you looking up to with your desperate backward glance?
Drinking horse west to return to the road, the end of the world's lonely travelers, go not low back to not seek the road, at the moment, since sleeping where are sleeping in the night! Unyielding soul, and why fear to bear the loneliness of this ancient?
Being aware of the pain of lovesickness, can be er biased towards the bitter lovesickness! Who says that the romance of Jingwei can only be interpreted on the vast water. Read read do not understand is not important, far away kite is just a heartache process. When the lonely dawn and evening comes, that thousand years of ancient temples of the twilight drums and morning bells, is not exactly your heartbreaking cry? Not for anything else, only for the highest realm of the life process ......
Zi Gui cries blood, stained red azalea doodle, the mountains of the Yanhong, lonely blooming, grief and anger like you, noble like you, lonely and desolate also like you. A being forced to the end of the road, is in this way, and the world and mediocrity struggle, even if through the eternal purgatory of the world!
The night of the wild boat crossing, your long-haired cloaked figure, standing under the dashing moon, guarding that thousand-year appointment. The date has passed, the magpie bridge has been dispersed, leaving only the loyal soul of a wisp to the moon long song, singing but wishing for a long time, sighing thousands of miles **** Canyuanjuan!
Haiyue! I do not know a thousand years away, that alone wandering under the moon silhouette, at this moment, whether it is the same as you to raise a cup to invite the moon, wine and ask the sky! But the song from the depths of the soul, but enough to let each listener, feel that a thousand times climbed and a thousand times fell down the thrill of the thrill of the heart ......
Ancient Road, a thin horse trekking in the desert of the city, the road of despair, along the fuzzy pupils struggling out of the last desolation. Turning over the Tang and Song poems, a love can not pay the ghost, dancing behind you, telling the broken heart, while you use a stem of a thousand holes of the flute, borrowing the evening wind as a rhyme, play a desperate lonely love song! Interpretation of the absolute sound of life. The horse and sword to the sky laugh, leave the liver and gall is Kunlun. Let the defilement of the defiler go to hell, only the immaculate touch can be universal!
Tonight, there is running water of language roaming through the Tang and Song poems, roaming through the history of the millennium, writing another crossing of life, the bard falls in tears, the hearer's soul is shocked ......