Stepping into the world of mortals, I hate my life, being foolish and lonely. I am a man in a jade building. Peach blossoms are red and willows are green. In my youth, I enter the boudoir. On the stream, the grass is green, waving strings in the wind. Stepping on the sand. Pedestrians go to the building, where the quiet fragrance flows through the flower path. It is easy to compose poems. It is easy to disappear. Outside the curtain, the sound of the piano is still gentle.
It’s tears staining my lapels, ups and downs, another journey of bitterness and joy, and long songs, looking forward to the moonlight in the courtyard. I’m deeply sad, my heart is sent across the river, a pot of wine, and now I’m awake again. Beyond the Great Wall, there’s no country, no sound, thousands of sails have passed, no news, cold and lonely, farewell words, sadness is hard to hear.
I wave the string and ask about my love, and I play and look at my life. I swing the string and ask about my life, and I sing and cry. Every evening, after the tears and rain, all partings are like the wind. The strings are broken, and the wind is broken. Don't let the infatuated person know the truth. Tears stain your lap, wind, rain, and rain. Bitter joy comes again.
Cheng Qie sings for a long time, looking forward to the moonlight in the courtyard. I feel deeply sad. My heart is far away across the river, sending a pot of wine. Now I am awake again. Beyond the Great Wall, there is no sound of the country. Thousands of sails have passed without any news. It is deserted and clear. The farewell words are sad and unpleasant.
I wave the string, I ask about my love, I play and watch, I swing the string and ask about my life, I sing and weep, every evening, after the tears and rain, all partings are like the wind, the sound of the strings is broken by the wind, don't let the infatuated person down.
The ethereal singing sounded throughout Yuting Lake!
Many flower boats are moving closer here intentionally or unintentionally, and many self-proclaimed romantic people are standing on the bow of the boat, wanting to see the beauty of someone who can sing such a beautiful voice!
"What a wonderful person. I wave the string, I ask about love, and play and watch. I swing the string, ask about my life, and I sing and cry. Every evening, after the tears and rain, partings are like the wind. The sound of the strings is broken by the wind. Never lose the lover. I don't know that the person opposite is Lan Lianxia.
, Miss Lan!" an evil voice sounded from outside the boat!