Yingying eyes wave, dipped in light autumn ink, and then copied, lonely cold crossing, Ren Yue dyeing the West Building, wind through the alley, turning Zhu Ge, a window Xiao Ser, residual incense, falling red mimosa, warm wine with palms, difficult to enter the throat, stained maple red, suddenly feel the pain of the season; Geese over, flowers falling, glass dreams, sighing how many? Oblique sun twilight, a roll off the rope, three thousand light promises, who promised me? In the afternoon of the juyuan garden, the purple sand tea is cold, listening to the basket, sitting alone with your eyes closed, sighing that the years are getting old...
Night rain sycamore, green collar red sleeves, gradually barren, cooked cardamom, fog wet dock, flicking red crisp hand, who sings away from the song? Half que words, write away from sorrow, see the clouds cirrus cloud Shu, words lonely, buried flower tombs, half awake and half dreaming, the moon hazy, just like whose gentleness? Time is too thin, the flowering period has passed, the prosperity flows in the east, a night of fireworks, in exchange for half a lifetime of wandering, chrysanthemums are thin, dreaming of Daiyu crying, when the strings are broken, where the sunset, who has a note of scattered...
A few pestle bells complain, half of the river fog is scattered, the re-reading of the flute, clutching sorrow and joy, a piano kite string broken, half bay moon color is light, the evening wind is speechless, the autumn river frost moon cold; Rouge is light, like a beautiful flower, who has ever been in the sea? Ju Rui opened slightly, the song was gentle, the lights were extinguished and the tears were filled, the rain and smoke came and went, covering yesterday, the wine drunk dream Loulan; Flower butterfly love, falling on the fingertips, water marriage, Yun Shu cloud roll, who is remembering Jiangnan? In the middle of the night, who is sighing? Alas, a pillow of years...
Purple mo note window, Yuanyuan pavilion sandbar cool, a curtain of west wind, where is the young man? Not as good as xu to look at, staring at the stars, who thinks, overlooking the weaver girl cowherd, who knows the heavens on earth? Tongyi Shaoguang, shallow pillow cream; Low wandering do not forget, wet and cool crying, touch and hurt, autumn air drop, cover the boudoir soft intestines, lock empty room, red thin green yellow body half lying, look at the mottled fence wall, who remembers yesterday's fragrance, dream short night long, kapok is also fragrant...
Autumn water ripples, white clothes are indigo, jade flute sounds, shallow whispering, tiptoeing, once upon a time the green apricots were still small, smiling faces with tears, never forgetting; The railing shoots all over, the crab leaves are pale, the slanting sun, the gourd wine is cold, the pipa is caressed, the red cherry is red, the sadness of laughter, the sky is seamless; Broken bone umbrella, heart stretching, looking at the other shore, water and clouds, a broken dream, wandering in the poem, tears in two lines, line loading the past, condensed into frost, kapok thanks, the stranger on the Yi people, looking at the distance, standing into a statue...
Cinnabar show, plutonium hook, a dynasty of wind, red letter covenant, Yan Ruyu, a night of white head, pink eyebrow Daishou, who covers the rain, for the king half of the world? Weiyang Palace, spring is like yesterday; Gong Yan Liu, Lotus Orchid Boat, Jade Hairpin Branch, Residual Fang Ying Sleeve, a pool of ink for whom? Draw a roll of Yingying autumn eyes, Shaohua sacrifice wine, who keeps each other and celebrates autumn together? The hand of the hand, a plain veil, a shy face, a song of acacia for whom to stay? Stroke a piano lonely sandbank, rouge buckle, tassel falling basket, a place of idleness, pen and ink reward, when to rest?
A word, the pear vortex slightly melted, an autumn wave, a thousand beautiful winds blowing down, at that time when I first saw the face, but on the heart, Junji, shallow shaking cherry red, just like me gentle? Tears, half a pillow of white dew, a puddle of water is difficult to harvest, and listen to the wind, a curtain of ding-dong, allow you to become a slur, who untie the heart lock, sigh a night? People are still the same, yellow flowers are thin, a pot of drifting, a night of spring dreams, who is the prisoner of the heart word? A thousand strands of dust, a purple and strange red chamber, an empty chanting poetry and song endowment, all paid, a paper of emptiness.
The west wind is thick, the oath is ice clear bone, the eyebrows are quiet, the heart is crystal clear, this tour in the world, after the past, the prosperity is thick, life and death are broad, how to worry? Warbler language, the value of cardamom, when is it immortal? Dreams are thin, Weicheng is foggy, Chang'an geese have passed, how many youths are so thick? The wind is cool and strange, a cup of loess, and the wind and flowers are buried in the incense tomb. Water restoration, mountain weight, Hua Nian dripping, cape, long earth, away from the original twilight, dust road, smoke and clouds, who is with it? Wrong, wrong, wrong, the other ferry, who crossed me?
Crabapple dyeing, thousands of golden, the world of youth, only the ruins, may the king be safe, a sunny day; Love is unbearable, lingering in vain, love and hate into a testament, but only rub shoulders in the next life, can you wish? After years of flowing, floating clouds, green silk is difficult to save, who laughs at the other side of the flower? In the human world, jade shattered Qionglan, autumn wind painting fan, even if the inspiration of the year was a thought, who in this life for whom against the heavens? Complicated strings, broken entanglements, eyes, full of delusions, clouds and smoke, gathering and dispersing the wind and moon, just stop, this life is over, the next life is gone...
That year, you were dressed in red and laughed, Zhu men had a thousand tents, and it was difficult to get drunk. That year, your blood stained the yellow sand of the iron halberd, and the north wind whistled, and you saw all the people in the world who were peachy. Tonight the rain shatters a yellow flower, the rouge is not painted, and you can't see the prosperity of the paper you write in the candlelight. I stand in the Jiangnan of your dreams, waiting for a lifetime of smoke and rain to cover the world.
Filming/Post-production Spirit of the Soul
Appears/Painted in purple