"What a ecstatic beauty, a top scholar in civil and military affairs, but her figure is too slender."
"I will leave this country to you. If the Liao dogs come to invade me, just come and see me."
The black jade is as beautiful as a mirror.
Looking back, I can't see the old building.
Dragon dance and cloud pattern exaggerate for several generations of mandarin duck wine.
The big dream still lingers in my mind when I first wake up.
I have never seen how hard it is to fight on the battlefield.
I have never seen horses and rivers traveling along snowy bamboos.
After washing up, Long Jin leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.
I missed it a few times and returned to the boat with my knowledge of the sky.
"What did you draw on the fan again?"
"Returning to the Holy Spirit is an ink-colored peony."
"Why."
"I only hope that I will always be with you."
Zhengchen is dark. Changhuai looks across the pass and is flat.
Frost Wind Jin recalls the time when I was riding fire and Ikawa Ming.
The frost is getting colder, the wind is getting colder, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light is shining on the building.
The frost is getting colder, the wind is getting colder, the Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining sun shines on the tall buildings.
"The shadows of the flowers and the shining moonlight are distinctly different from Hua Xu's dream. Looking back at the east wind, my clothes are filled with tears."