There are no waves in the blue sea, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I barely said goodbye to my beloved. How could I know where the mountains and rivers are so far away?
The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who attaches the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain.
Conception: