Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, a nine-layered pagoda.
After purging away all the dust in my life, I become crazy with ink, staring at the fading beauty of the brocade.
The rotating shaft plucks the strings, and the dream returns to coldness.
For her, he saw the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword washed away all the glory in the country.
She accompanied him, riding on the fireworks of the prosperous age, turning Ronghua upside down and filling the world.
The spring flowers and autumn moon are gone, waiting for the green paper to be turned over, just to exchange for your beautiful smile.
The king is in the world, the phoenix is in the world, in the whisper, it turns into wisps of clear water, and I am willing to stay with you for thousands of years.