nice name.
The play has come to an end, accompanied by the captivating qin song "Qian" in the play,
again and again...
Thoughts fly back to the pavilion in the water, the
breeze blows the curtains, there seems to be singing and bells ringing.
The door of the inn is not closed, I think back to this place in the past, this scene,
fluttering outside the window, a lamp like a bean in the window, hand in hand in front of the case, inscribe a poem in the painting,
there is a poem as proof:
Shili Pinghu Frost is full of
blue silk in the sky, and the year
is opposite to the moon Just looking at each other,
only envious of mandarin ducks, not envious
of the fairy lights, the fragrance of flowers is still there,
the curtains of tenderness, please continue to sway gently.
I would like to follow this drunkenness,
let my body, in the long night, gradually become cold,
let my soul, in the dark room, gradually fall,
so that I can feel
your presence.
Xiaoqian, I know, you are there
, I hope,
dawn, never come.
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