text/Meng Guangrui (Guizhou)
The fallen flowers and the remaining beauty are far away, how many past clouds and mists are; the deep thoughts and deep thoughts are waiting for each other for thousands of years. The long streets are long and the fireworks are numerous, and three thousand obsessions are lost; the short pavilions are short and the world is scattered.
The sun and the moon are silent, the green mountains and rivers have not changed; when is the evening of the morning, you are already unfamiliar with no chance. There is no wind, no moon, no light wine, light tea, light joy; the flowers fade, flowers bloom and leaves are broken, and we miss each other thousands of times.
The flowers on the other side bloom in front of the window, but look back on the other side; we meet tonight, and we will be haggard in the future. Flowers and leaves will never meet each other, and I will miss you for thousands of years; I am willing to hold the pen between the flowers, and my original intention will not change my face.
A lifetime of wind and frost is short, and life is sweet; the prosperity and singing are long and the vast earth is concerned. The world is full of scattered, and the years in the world are the fingertips; before the journey comes back, why not keep your heart at peace?
The wild geese fly high and the sky is far away, the towers look at the moon and clouds; the moon is silent at night, and the turbid wine is strong and the meal is gathered together. I sighed to the sky several times, and I felt a little sad in the world; I thought so much, and I was drunk and didn't say anything but the wine was still dry.
The flute and flute are hard to sleep at night, and the soul is lingering; the slight sound of the piano is elegant and the vast sea of clouds is beautiful. Cowherd is attached to life, and he remembers his beauty for thousands of years; Chang'e and Regret to steal the elixir, and the blue sea in my hometown is lingering.
