2. The firmament of the serpent, the gentle melancholy, under whose piano music has softened into a thousand heart knots? The moon is falling, and whose wind and frost is sung for a thousand years? At that time, a laugh provoked infatuation, destined to be in the red dust, and you had to walk through a thousand years of entanglement. Tonight, I was drunk in the wind and moon of my previous life for no reason. Deep in the lotus flowers, on the shore of the willows, the smoke and rain terraces are still vast
3, a wisp of green smoke, rising, green flying water, willow fluttering. Floating like a dream, quiet as water, do not ask about sorrow, only wish Jun Yi well, the wind and frost in the past life, the resentment in this life. Regardless of rain or snow, just seek to be bland and drunk, fill the half-life displacement, and don't say a "delusion." Looking for the scars on the body, waiting for the phoenix nirvana, may this life be able to be with the clothes.