When the Emei Bo Belt has already fallen to pieces, a poem occasionally scratched by a bamboo pen can engrave mountains and rivers, carve people's hearts and never wander.

The magic power of the literati can actually turn such a lonely corner of the world into a hometown in everyone's heart. What magic is hidden in their faded blue shirts?

it turned out to be fine, the wind stopped and the sun was shining. I didn't expect the snow in the desert to melt so fast. Just for a moment, the ground was covered with sand, but there were no wet marks. A few wisps of smoke gradually floated out of the horizon, not moving, but deepening. I wondered for a long time, only to find that it was a ridge that had just melted snow.

I wonder if this starry sand pile has brought half a line of ink from the historians? Historians turned over the papers one by one, so the land was buried layer by layer.

smiles are conveyed into the soul of history. Anyone can calculate how many years after the Tang Dynasty. In the Tang dynasty, however, it did not extend its confidence in belonging to artists for a long time. The snowstorm in Yangguan has become more and more melancholy.

Good words: Emei Bo Belt, emaciation and depression, mountains and heavy waters recovering, flowers and plants sheltering from the shadows, secretive and surly, lingering and elegant.