Drink a Glass of Wine, the Orchestra Plays, and We Sing Together

At the beginning of the carving, a breath of amber, the color is condensed and the eyebrows are burning, and the book is written on the ancient Mingting River. (The author is Dugu. I am on the top of the book. I like it like a tide. I keep a seal. Please collect it and recommend it.)

The moon is missing and broken, there are dead trees and rice fields, and the plain and barren fields are as far as the eye can see. (The author is ill. Confucius said: It started in Xing. Please collect it and recommend it.)

The animals are boiling, the heat is extremely fierce, the sun is rising, the fingers and palms are slightly brushing, the thin green shadows are mixed, the stars in the eyes are simple, and it is a good time to eat at noon. (The author knows the way, please subscribe and reward.)

I carefully picked out all the things and studied them deeply. I went three inches into the wood and took a single photo when exposed to the long wind. (The time tunnel, the black hair grows long, the ancient tea winds grow together, the care cycle returns, the author is normal, sighs that there is no rice to cut and blow, please collect it, please recommend it.)

Happy and relaxed, intoxicated by red balconies and mahogany trees, elegant and elegant, comfortable and comfortable in the old age, while in Heli Village, the cold weather rises, and the sun breeze is bright. (Response to the author and a half, court to the Southern Emperor, remonstrance and memorial, water and geranium flowing slowly in the palace, please collect it, please recommend it.)

The battle is burning, Zeng means, I realize my hatred, I am so excited that I go to the river and call the stream, I banish it gracefully on the edge, and I accept the punishment when I attack. (The author's reflection is that one result can lead to nothing, and the end is unreasonable. He is a thief of his own self. He laments that he is self-promoting. He feels sad that he has been rejected. He needs to be decisive, please add it to his collection, and please vote for recommendations.)

The dew frost, the bitter green white pine, is wide and wide, pitching every now and then, the wild moss drums sound full. (Opposite to the author, far away, the slanting scenery comes in, the building is surrounded by corridors, whether there are fairies on the inside, whether there are many, whether there are no children, whether there are few, please add it to your favorites, please vote for recommendations.)

The building is high, the waves are full of patterns, the waves are smooth and the clouds are fast, the pools of heaven and earth are thousands of meters high. (The author is alone, leaving traces of ink, waving his sleeves and waving the pavilion, covering the chaotic stream together, the four images of the landscape, house and pavilion, the big one looks like the world, the small one looks like a world, please collect it and recommend it)

In the sky, palaces, towers, honors, luxury and luxury are as far as the eye can see, the pillars are majestic, and the distant clouds are flying by. (Author Qiu, Shudai Fenke Yunyun, Juxiang, Ji, Chasha, Hai Zhongpan, please collect and recommend.)