Don’t worry about the future of ignorance. No one in the world knows you.

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me.

Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds Dongcheng. This place is a different place, and I can conquer thousands of miles alone.

The wandering clouds convey the love of an old friend. Wave your hands and go from here, Xiaoxiao class horse roars.

In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late.

The lotus hat carries the setting sun, and the green mountains return alone.

Flowing water connects Wugang, sending you off without leaving your wounds.

The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two towns.

The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.

There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. Please adopt if you are satisfied!