A thousand strands of tiredness drive a white deer, and a leaf of leisurely love emerges from the world of mortals.
Huangliang dreamed of being drunk in Sanqing Palace, and the lotus crown leaned lightly against the nine-fold cloud.
The scattered people are naturally the guests of Yaochi, and the nobles are the people of the troubled times.
I have long remembered that my master must be a feather, and I will not be a mediocre minister.