I feel ashamed that I am not a sycamore tree, and I am happy to see the rising sun and the phoenix coming.
It is said that heroes are in the world, and leisure is hard to leave behind.
Looking for him in the crowd, he only smiled.
A harp, a burner of incense,
Three bright moons come to take a photo.
I have drunken laughter and accompanied you for thirty thousand times, but I don't complain about my separation.
Another completed article
The long journey of youth (completed)