[Seven absolutes, the past parted] text / Changfeng Xingyue. The wind and snow, the moon and the vicissitudes of tears, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, there is no knowing. Long hate the autumn breeze, don't be bitter, like smoke and thousands of poems in the past. Pingshui rhyme
【Seven absolutes, the past parted】
Text/Changfeng Xingyue.
The wind and snow, the moon and the vicissitudes of tears, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, there is no knowing.
Long hate the autumn breeze, don't be bitter, like smoke and thousands of poems in the past.
Pingshui rhyme
[Seven absolutes, the past parted] text / Changfeng Xingyue. The wind and snow, the moon and the vicissitudes of tears, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, there is no knowing. Long hate the autumn breeze, don't be bitter, like smoke and thousands of poems in the past. Pingshui rhyme
[Seven absolutes, the past parted] text / Changfeng Xingyue. The wind and snow, the moon and the vicissitudes of tears, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, there is no knowing. Long hate the autumn breeze, don't be bitter, like smoke and thousands of poems in the past. Pingshui rhyme
[Seven absolutes, the past parted] text / Changfeng Xingyue. The wind and snow, the moon and the vicissitudes of tears, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, there is no knowing. Long hate the autumn breeze, don't be bitter, like smoke and thousands of poems in the past. Pingshui rhyme
