Yunfei is long, the river is getting late, and the smoke waves are long. Wangjiang noodles, in the swing, staring?

I am in Beijing, Yingying Fairy. Don't write an inscription. There is no evidence to break the wild goose. Ran Ran flies down to Tingzhou, thinking of dragons.

I thought to myself, at the beginning, how many people had a good time, but they didn't know it was hard to get together, and they turned into rain and hate clouds. Stop chasing you. Every time you climb a mountain and face the water,

Arouse my life's worries, a dark, forever silent, but lower floor.

This word is one of Liu Yong's famous works expressing grief and hatred.

The whole word * * * is divided into three folds. The first two stacks describe what you see and think when you climb the mountain, and integrate your feelings into the scene; The third stack recalls the past and the present, which is meaningful.

If you want to use it as your signature, you can take two or three sentences from it.