An amazing and beautiful antique copy

The moon is an individual traveler in the clouds, and the Qing dynasty is a rare thing in the world.

White tea is nothing but waiting for the wind.

Sake is boring alone, and I dream about you in my dream.

Panic for half a lifetime, just a few taels of silver, solved the worries of the world.

The streets are long and narrow, gathering is fireworks, and scattering is human feelings.

When the geese once again passed in the sky, the sky wrote down every word of acacia.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.

When the wind chimes rang, old friends came back. I am waiting for the wind, waiting for you.

Recalling the past, who ordered acacia to plant peach blossoms.

Later, the spring rain fell on Bianjing, and only you stopped in the rain.

Clouds are floating in the south, and the autumn wind river flows around the moon.

A snowstorm in December, a snowstorm in one day, a lonely life, too short a night to get together, a sudden trip.

Returning home in November, Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the night snow returns to people. Cold clothes are woven early, and people go far away.

Fireworks on earth, mountains and rivers are far and wide. They're all you. They're all you.

I missed the ancient meaning of Chang 'an and the flowering period of Luoyang. I caught a glimpse of you wading away in Lanzhou in the calla lily in Gusu.

I landed on the moon because you were in the mountains.

Half cloth, two or two sake, three seasons, four seasons with you.

What you do at first sight won't get tired of being surprised for a long time to come.

One point and two widths, each has its own fun.

Mountains and rivers are like wine, and they are gentle and respectful to death.

The meeting is too short to wait until the tea is cold. If you stop, I will accompany you through the wind and frost.

Look around, waiting for bloom to blossom. I know it's cold and warm, as clean as ever.

Go home, no rain or shine.

There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you, but I don't know.

Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.