Picking Apples

People stand at the head of the corridor and railings, and the mountains are green and quiet. The flowers are beautiful, the wine is mellow, Wangjiang Tower. Even though the friendship is strong, Xie Pei goes out to visit the palace. The sword is rusty, the lamp is full of daylight, and it is difficult to stay. It rained at dusk that year, and it was like the past when we were sheltering under the eaves. Infatuated wild goose, ruthless wild goose, always complaining about romantic relationships. Who forgets that in the light of swords and shadows, singing a song after drinking, writing a pen as a gift to a confidante. Who has seen a confused heart? Who has seen a change of heart? Who has seen a country sighing, who has seen heroic spirit in vain. Who has seen calligraphy, painting, piano and chess? Who has seen the roar of a fierce horse? Meeting each other means loyalty, The day of picking apples can be expected.