Ruthless, iron-handed, life-seeking, cold-blooded. If it hurts your heart, don't forget to dust off your clothes.
The clouds in the morning are easy to disperse, and the wine in the evening is light. But it is just a dream, and we will meet again when we say goodbye.
The wine is about to be served, the wine is about to be served, and the cup is stopped by the red ant stove.
Green grass, green as if there is nothing, who can express your face? A smile in the spring breeze sends it all over the south of the Yangtze River, dragons and bells dance on both sleeves, and the music has mixed meanings.
Look lightly under the moon, who has the green features?
By dreaming of the east wind, the peach blossoms are passing by without destiny, and all living beings are represented, and the relics are in front of the Buddha.
Conception: