The old dreams are faintly dyed with silk, and the snow blocks the return of love.
The sound of wild geese goes far away, and I miss Yiyijun elsewhere.
Daoyuan:
? Miss Yiyijun elsewhere, looking forward to it coldly.
Far away, I heard flute and drum playing among the clouds. It is suspected that the book was passed down from heaven. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com