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Red | sleeves | romance | love | small |Said
"One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, I miss the red maple leaves. The chrysanthemums are blooming, the chrysanthemums are withered, the wild geese are flying high, and the people have not returned, a curtain is full of wind and moonlight." (Author's note) : Li Yu's lyrics)
The red carpet covers the floor, the golden gauze is the wall, and the red candle burns out a full and bright light. The Guerlain in full bloom in the vase is fragrant, blending with the fragrance of wine in the air. Infused with the breath of night. In the hall, my companions danced gracefully, wearing colorful clothes and long sleeves like clouds. The clouds turned pale as they rotated, which was so beautiful. There was only one woman sitting by the tongqin, her slender fingers were slowly twisted together, and the flowing melody set off the expression on the woman's face as calm as the breeze. That's me. I am just a musician, with my red lips slightly opened, singing about someone's lovesickness, with a slim waist, dancing with the boundless romance.
"The drizzle wets the light, and the fragrant grass grows year by year with hatred. The smoke locks the phoenix tower, and there are endless things, and it is boundless. The luan mirror and the mandarin quilt are heartbroken. The soul's dream is melodious, and the embroidered bed is covered with poplar flowers when I sleep. Fortunately, the door is ajar and the sun is setting. I owe you a few lines of spring tears." (Author's note: Feng Yansi's lyrics)
I don't know which song this is. There are still colorful butterflies flying in front of me, as if it will never end. My song doesn't end either, it can't end. We are just puppets at the mercy of the people on the seats. They stare drunkenly at the slender waists of the dancers...