The blue clouds are above the cliff, the flowers are blooming all summer, and the green rain is picturesque.
He could have ruled the world, but he didn't expect that the talented man was jealous of his destiny, but he had no choice but to live outside the world, and he was destined to be in trouble.
He originally watched the stars in the distant clouds, hid deep in other people's homes, heard the sound of dew, and watched the peach rain and pear wind, but he could not avoid being killed by the rivers and lakes.
Standing on three pillars, the grass is vast and the rocks are desolate, but when will you rule the world?
Dazzling all living beings, drunkenly competing in the arena, but asking when can I go home!
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The cold-faced, black-hearted wolf-dog attacks (is he suddenly counterattacked?)
He said: In this life, running is the best policy, escaping is the best policy, and protecting one's life is the best policy!
Who said that I would counterattack? Is it okay to find another way?
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Dear guests, our small house is not big, with only a little wind and rain, with the mountains as our companions, and our conspiracies with the river.
I hope you can get drunk with me with a glass of wine and forget about the pure-faced monk in the world.
Sigh this life, enjoy this life
Shhh…
Waiter! Serve the wine!