Fifteen years of peach blossoms in Dongdu
Old dreams of the spring dynasty, suspected of the flower year.
Green scales and clear water, shackles of the North Sea.
The tide of spring water hits the green bones, and the gorgeous flowers weep without the moon.
The moon is full and the soul of the Tianshan Mountain has disappeared, and the lonely mountain is sitting alone in the locked room.
No matter how cold the pond is, it is three thousand feet long. I am leaning on an iron chain and sending it to Yinchuan.
If you don't live in vain, it will be difficult to die.
Intention: Love and hate that have no place to settle can only be missed, the old dream of the spring dynasty, and the doubtful flower years. Green scales and clear water, shackles of the North Sea. The tide of spring water hits the green bones, and the gorgeous flowers weep without the moon. The moon is full and the soul of the Tianshan Mountain has disappeared, and the lonely mountain is sitting alone in the locked room. No matter how cold the pond is, it is three thousand feet long. I am leaning on an iron chain and sending it to Yinchuan. If you don't live in vain, it will be difficult to die.