Lingshi Taohua

That year, the sun set in Qilian, the red sleeves came from the north, and the scenery was unparalleled. That year, in the lonely smoke in Saibei, a young man on the street looked back leisurely. The peach blossoms shine brightly; As time passes, feathers become more abundant. Five years have passed by in a hurry, and the years of cardamom are finally gone. It was scrawled, things were different, people were different, and it was common to be unethical at that time. Day and night, sun pavilion, sun and moon, sun chanting. Never give up, never leave, never give up, never forget. Crying and laughing, time flies like water, one red and one blue is the end of the world.