The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is home to a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
Even if the experience is like a cold bullet, I hope that our young man will shine like a fusang.
Iron-blooded regime, young people are high-spirited. Don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in heaven.
My dream is like a vast misguided road in the sky, like thousands of mountains and rivers in other people's eyes, a long way to reach immortality; I can't go there, but I have three thoughts about it. ——Shen Tingtong
This heavy snow, which has accumulated for thousands of years, is crushing this corrupt dynasty. First, it ignited the fire in the young man's heart to change his life, and it lasted for a long time. After that, for many years between Hedong and Hexi, we sang about the troubled times, running around here and there, making the grass and fields our home.
Taishi Gongyan,
In front of the snowy scene, wine and meat stinks in the rich houses, and there are frozen bones on the road. Three thousand miles away, China is desolate and cold without spring, and I am worried about it.
The snow is like a holy dynasty, with viburnums twining around the branches, and auspicious snow heralds a good year. Eighty thousand miles of ocean and clear river on earth, my heart is open to it.
Big drunkard, little drunkard, small sad dynasty, big holy dynasty. The golden crow is covered with dust, the mountains and rivers are broken, thoughts are flowing like a spring, and I am writing vigorously.
The stars outside the Golden Crow City are like rain, the singers singing by the river are singing, the sound of flowers in the courtyard is lingering, and Su'e is wrinkled in the dust.
Intention: In an era when everyone is vying to be the king of rolls, there are always a few salted fish lying flat.