Five miles away, one nunnery and ten miles away from the palace, the red walls and green tiles look exquisite.
The gold and silver atmosphere is reflected in the tower, and Lin Xiu is reflected in the mirror.
In the purple bamboo forest, I am alone and untouched by dust. The spiritual sword I hold has never been stained by love.
A drop of water will wear through a stone, and over time, even a conniving and ruthless person will be severely injured.