东风破本来,我内心的山河秩序井然。在王的土上,我想护送一曲《高山流水》穿越你的枪林弹雨,我想它在刀光剑影中平稳过渡。我想二月的雪,擦拭万物。你腻乎的桃花宝贝没有被正式点名之前,流水不能分娩落花的忧伤。道路可以隐退。月亮可以在暗处繁殖。我这肉身,可以与大地产生更多的歧义。我越来越误解自己。神明遣悲为怀,举着青油灯引领我走入 Dongfeng broken, my heart’s mountains and rivers in an orderly manner. On the soil of the king, I want to escort a “mountain stream” through your bullets and I think it will make a smooth transition. I want to snow in February, wipe everything. You are tired of peach baby was not formally named before the water can not be born grieving. The road can be retreated. The moon can reproduce in the dark. My flesh can be more ambiguous with the earth. I am getting more and more misunderstood. God sent melancholy, holding a light lamp led me into