Singing: Brother Distance
If the moonlight has faded, I will repaint it with my thoughts.
Lotus fell into the pool, and the water fainted to open a beautiful reincarnation.
The Trailer Road has taken you three or four times.
Liang Zhu's Butterfly Dance has become a landscape of East Lake.
Little drunk daughter, red is easy to get drunk, not afraid of deep loneliness in the lane.
Who are you waiting for in the wind and timidity of the figure-of-eight bridge?
Fennel-flavored carved wine is a perfect match.
Huangmei tune euphemistically succumbed to the north of Cheng Xiao.
In the southern song dynasty, the script was engraved and the grass was spread, and the warbler flew.
It's a pity to be surrounded by Jianhu water at last.
I write Tibetan poems with my heart.
Love between the lines
Whose tears have I tied up with a belly full of ink?
You know how to break the circle of hanging pens and green sand.
Laugh at me like a madman, drinking to water the piano and running wild.
Lanting, don't be so quiet.
Did you tie the red line for me?
Under the eaves, I whispered to Yan in early spring and snuggled up in Wu language.
If the moonlight has faded, I will repaint it with my thoughts.
Lotus fell into the pool, and the water fainted to open a beautiful reincarnation.
18 send a bridge to hate only hate.
It's too early to get married before birth.
what can I do? You and I are birds in the same forest.
Take pictures of flowers and candles alone at night.
I heard that Xizi laughed at the fish that fell into the water.
But who is more beautiful when you are swaying like an orchid?
Like catkins, I shed tears of parting by the pool of King Yue.
You are not in your hometown, sleeping with cicadas.
Wupeng boat accompanies you in the smoke.
Xu Qingteng is a flower and bird ghost.
It is still difficult to catch up with the romantic atmosphere of a mountain for a hundred years.
Poetry, books and songs are only for you in this life.
I write Tibetan poems with my heart.
Love between the lines
Whose tears have I tied up with a belly full of ink?
You know how to break the circle of hanging pens and green sand.
Laugh at me like a madman, drinking to water the piano and running wild.
Lanting, don't be so quiet.
Did you tie the red line for me?
Under the eaves, I whispered to Yan in early spring and snuggled up in Wu language.
If the moonlight has faded, I will repaint it with my thoughts.
Lotus fell into the pool, and the water fainted to open a beautiful reincarnation.