The short flame picks up the residual flowers, and the night is long and silent.

If you want to cross Huanhuaxi, you can't dream far away.

Life hates catkins, but it is difficult to choose. Once you walk out of the red window, you won't come back.

Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

Blue sea year after year, who is missing the ice wheel? Autumn fragrance is blowing, as clear as snow. If you look at a sunny night, you will know that it will be sad. Just now, yes, the old moon.

Playing hide-and-seek on the flower path has angered the leaves. Remember whether it is light or small, and it is cold and hot several times. Only the end, pretending to be full of feelings, forever boundless, never give up. A purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold.