The past goes with the wind, do you remember? Join hands with Qinghuan to watch the morning sun rising, cloud dance wings dream side by side to help the sunset, the sunset is intoxicated and drunk dreams; a glimpse of the mountains and twilight snow, watch the snow lotus bloom, and the willows help the wind and the peach blossoms. Admire the fragrant dance costumes of Lotus Tingting Han, the pleasant scenery by the shore of Xiangxi Lake, and the shadows of the mirror lake, watching the water play. Thousands of years of dreams, thousands of years of fate, dreams of the moon, misty gauzes, dancing in couture dresses, fragrant sleeves. Across the shore, there is a dream in the horizon, the fragrant rain of jade and pear blossoms, and the butterfly dances like a dream. The blue lake reflects the light, and the setting sun is fragrant. Shaohua gracefully crossed, Liu Piaohua Yingfang. The past goes with the wind, recalling Yilian, the moon is like a hook, the empty valley Youlan is fragrant, drinking lightly, going to the blue boat alone, and the red world is a dream. The moonlight is slightly cold, the desk is rolling, the maple bridge in the middle of the night, Liu Bi Gallery. Yi Ting is light and romantic, Mei Yan is beautiful, dresses on the mirror and powders the fragrance. Lvluo pink dress, satin silk buckle, line like weak willow, sedge flower still water. "Why cut the western window candle, but when Bashan is raining at night," the bamboo flute played quietly and swayed. "Don't think about it, you'll never forget it." Lvluo danced with a jade face, bright eyes and looked forward to the moon. The waterfall silk twirled the Yunyun, and Youdi fluted across the bamboo. The paper scroll is full of flowers, and the delicate jade refers to the quiet string. The melody is melodious, and the ink notes are fragrant and pleasant. The heart is related to Shu Xiang Yuan, and the butterfly dance red sleeve hides the subtle fragrance. Fuqin string sounds are clear and springy, and the drunkest west building is Yiting Wan. Qiu Shen will not change his heart until the cold, Nan Yan will return when he returns. The sycamore words rouge through, the pear blossoms a little bit of jade. Past events follow the wind, with bright eyes looking forward, Liu Mei's light description, the millennium continues to be connected to the three lives; The past goes with the wind, fold willow poems, peach blossom noodles, smile sweetly, peach blossoms on the human side, watching the other side, who is the poetry? The green water wafts the boat, and the lotus is full of fragrance. Looking at each other, the mountains and waters are long, and the moon and the moon are quiet and peaceful. Looking at the fence, looking at the eyes, leaning against the sun. The past goes with the wind, desk rolls, ink pen Hanfang, green silk falls, water waves, cinnabar between the eyebrows, glamorous allure, and fragrance at your fingertips. The beautiful scenery, the affectionate family, the wild sun, Fanghua Man rewards, Yuehua's message, Su Juan Hanfang. Poetry in the middle of the night, red sleeves add fragrance, Su Jian Hanfang. Why use it? In the vicissitudes of the sea, dressing up in front of the mirror of Linghua, bright autumn, light tea fragrance. A millennium dream, a water village in the dream, a boat ride in the south of the river, Xiaoxiang in the rain, Xiangting in the pavilion, free thinking, long love, a string of bamboo flutes.
