When I asked what year this mountain came here, the west wind and sunset were speechless. It seems that you are Emperor Xi. I named you Ru in the beginning of time. Creek road. Even if it is only the world of mortals, it is still ancient. Who raises a cup? I laughed at me when I was drunk and called you. Before Cui Wei got up, the mountain bird covered the cup and went away.
Must be remembered. It was windy and rainy last night. Waves of rocks danced in front of the door. The ghost in Sigeng Mountain blows the lantern and screams, frightening the children of the world. According to the appointment. He also asked me, Qingyouzhang, Mr. Gong, is good and kind. God makes a heartfelt promise. Waiting for thousands of miles to carry you with you, whipping the luan and phoenix, and reciting the poem "I traveled far away". ——Xin Qiji's "Mountain Ghost Ballad"
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Put some random little essays that you usually write in various places.
The product of mental madness or laziness, updated as circumstances dictate.
Intention: No name or surname, but hope that time will deepen
