We should cut this song and cook wine with Snow White.

Xie Junzeng * * * Frost and Snow spared no effort to make a long contract of life and death.

On a cold night, there should be a clear flute playing.

When the bright moon shines, it will be a cup, and then the shadow will be lonely.

I never lost my heart.

And what is the initial heart?

I sang alone for three thousand nights.

There is no one in this world of mortals.

Zeng Wuxian sang passionately.

Red-violet said goodbye at night.

I have explored the rhythm of beating blood.

Ju and he are unwritten.

We should cut this song and cook wine with Snow White.

Xie Junzeng * * * Frost and Snow spared no effort to make a long contract of life and death.

On a cold night, there should be a clear flute playing.

When the bright moon shines, it will be a cup, and then the shadow will be lonely.

I never lost my heart.

And what is the initial heart?

I sang alone for three thousand nights.

There is no one in this world of mortals.

Zeng Wuxian sang passionately.

Red-violet said goodbye at night.

I have explored the rhythm of beating blood.

Ju and he are unwritten.

On the pillow, there is a poem sword that knows you by iron three feet.

On this night, Lord Man Qing wants you to get drunk with butterflies in my dream.

I never lost my heart.

It's hard for old friends to make an appointment.

In June, the soil was buried under the spring to fix the bones.

I send it to the whole world.

The road is dusty on the night of poetry.

Insanity and madness dare not quit.

The next day only two people pondered.

A Glance at Xie Jun's The World of Red Dust