【Original】Idle Cloud Wild Crane
Baidu Shanshan, sighing marriage, difficult to receive wishes, if life is like the first sight; red dust, there is no two in the world.
Ten years as a covenant, Xu Paleshan's innocence meets one side; a thousand years of love, why should the demon gods on the mountain have to meet. Lead huaxu city to the chaos of death, ten miles to pick flowers to forget the three lives and three generations of grievances entangled, accompanied forever.
Blood stained white veil, tears covered with cinnabar, whose world, Eryu I cheat, green plum bamboo horse, far away in the end of the world; rouge light makeup, pear blossom rain cool, whose vicissitudes, chaotic my obsession, a lifetime of military clothing, floating name and vain. Sinking fish and falling geese, beautiful as heavenly immortals, whose countenance, short-lived. Perfunctory feelings, why cling to thoughts; hold the hand of the Son, keep with the Son, whose greetings, want to talk back, three lives are not enough, pour me tenderly. On the three living stones, beside the forgotten river, whose thoughts, red dust, the earth is desolate, but please do not forget. Guzheng pipa, qu gao and widow, who cares, with you to share elegance, prosperous and flashy, water moon mirror flower; peach blossom folding fan, smoke and rain Jiangnan, who's laughter, moved my heartstrings, ring jade hairpin, see and hate late.
The most hated is not the flow of years, for you to keep the first chang'an, but let me wait for the vicissitudes of the sea; the most hate is not the flow of years, for you to dye white sideburns, but let me bear a thousand years of obsession; the most hate is not the flow of years, for you to taste ten years of gentleness, but let me understand the late to see each other; the most hate is not the flow of years, playing the strings of the guzheng for you, but let me keep the lights alone; the most hated is not the flow of years, for you to break the obsession in your heart, but let me be lonely like a flower; the most hated is not the flow of years, for you to break the paper kite, but let me taste the lonely lamp and the year.
Tears covered with cinnabar, red makeup to be married; suing a section of cape tianya, giving up whose fireworks are full of fireworks; the broken bridge invites the moon, the shore willow sways, saying a floating life without rest, dissolving whose rouge trick; the other shore remnants of flowers, fragrant jade xun, folding a piece of manju shahua, failing whose green plum bamboo horse; the long pages of the history books, falling into the covenant, the book a piece of life and death, drowning whose wind and snow moon.
In this life, you are allowed to love each other for three lifetimes; in this life, you are allowed to share prosperity with each other; in this life, you are allowed to meet in the next life and no longer worry about it; in this life, you are allowed to re-cultivate your marriage to be married; in this life, you are allowed to stay alone and enjoy fireworks; in this life, you are allowed to spend the spring and summer with your guzheng pipa; in this life, you are allowed to spend the spring and summer with your white head; in this life, you are allowed to sink fish and fall geese and close the moon and shy flowers.
You gently stroked the pipa, amazed like water years, this song was desolate and sang, and the rhyme colored the cinnabar between the eyebrows; you calculated a gua, relived the scars of the old times, wrote a ruthless stroke, and stained the snow and moon wind flowers; you made home all over the world, feasting on the vicissitudes of the world; watching a half-city smoke and sand, seeing all the deceitfulness of Eryu and me; you were gentle and elegant, compatible with piano and chess calligraphy and painting, Xu I poured out the world, and was no match for his chaotic and flashy world; you chanted poems and tea, outlined a landscape and water people's home, and used a sentence to reach the end of the world, and desolate three life love words!