The day is long when you wake up in the morning. Notes on Kongzhuang, ink pen Fan Liang.
Fluke replaces the breeze and sticks to the white snow.
Extend your father's affairs and return to your ambitions. That makes me feel hesitant.
I hope you will be reunited, the mountains and rivers will fall, and the gardens will be filled with flowers.
On a cold night, Rong Di buckles the border. It looks like uprooting roots and rolling leaves, like tigers, leopards and jackals.
The red flag is dripping with blood, the moon is dripping with blood, and the iron coat is exposed to the stars and frost.
It is difficult to forget each other and heartbroken. Rain washes away Xuanwu.
Let's look at this, an adopted son, wandering around the court.
Purpose: Father-son affection, youth growth