The king wouldn't turn without a stone, and the rain at night bored him to the cold at night. The wind calmed down for a while, and the fallen flowers hit Loulan. Sweeping the floor, cold smoke, soft fragrance, clothes flying around the night are still young. Blue Bridge Chun Xue is easy to get old when spring comes, and the sea ahead is vast. Three worlds and six roads are separated, and the desert is lonely. A shot through the clouds surprised the grass, and the scenery of Baixi gradually declined. Horse treads on the west wind and hates the sword, and the creature referred to by the sword is destroyed. Sleep for another summer. Don't laugh. The critical sleep is in the middle of the month.