Fragrance disappears, jade dies, whose conspiracy is it?
Jade pendant, sword manual, who owns the world?
It's a grudge in this life, or a love affair in a past life.
Is it an open shot or a hidden attack, or is it destiny.
Looking at the sky and snow, the deep shadows of the seasons... I hear the singing
Qinfeng is green, Yexi is flowing, thousands of rocks and ravines contend for its flow. Mandarin-tiled pheasant city, Qiaomen painted halberd, Penglai Yan Pavilion has three rests.
Returning to the boat in the sky, the misty moon spreads across the five lakes. Traveling together in the West, the lush grass terrace is deserted, and Zhuluo Village is cold and sorrowful.
Who looks at the past and stares at it, regretting that beauty is easy to lose, and green quilts are hard to keep. Old books from Meishi and ancient ink from Orchid Pavilion are vaguely charming and full of autumn.
When a madman looks at the head of the lake, there is a hundred-year-old Taiwan marsh. It is barbaric all day long. It is best to exchange beetles for wine and get drunk with Cangzhou.