The Wanli river flows eastward and stands alone in the dome bridge. Cangshan cloud lock fog dignified. A few threads of rain melancholy, flowers fall red. The sound of a startled, stirring the heart and soul. Laugh heart sword blood Changhong. Three thousand miles across, the wind has moved! Flowers are like brocade, looking for peace, light clouds and water spend this life. Disdain human Rouge powder and leave the green grave to dusk alone. The peach blossoms are fine and the poplars fall. T...