"The Hidden ------ in the Green Shirt and the Remnant Wind and Cold Moon, Let You Leave"

The moon is cold and the wooden door covers the old land, and the twilight clouds and low wind roll the wine flag.

The sound of the piano is like crying and the evening wind is urgent, and the past is now a memory.

How much do you know about the waning moon, and there is no hope at the end of the world.

The wind is cold, the snow is cold, the trees are cold, the dead trees are cold, the mountains are cold, and the grass is desolate.

The lonely snow is thousands of miles away, and the lonely ice hides the heavenly clothes.

The sword dance wind starts from drinking alone, and the empty steps think of the rain who reminisces.

Qingfeng is a three-foot gentleman, and the chivalrous man is arrogant and hides in green clothes.

The tears and lovesickness are unintentional, and the heart between the eyebrows is also weak.

The spring breeze blows the snow and reflects the peach blossoms, which are difficult to find in ancient times.

The breeze was a little at the mercy of the sacrifice, and the wine was drunk and asked the heavens and the earth.

Huangquan is far away, where are the lonely ghosts going.

The horses are sparsely populated in their hometowns, and the depths of the world become memories.

Dreams are scarce and let the world go, and the horses are empty to go in vain.

8 September 2015

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