The running water keeps scouring the sand, and the front waves are not extinguished, and the back waves are not born.
Draw a knife and judge a longer line, and express your feelings indifferently.
Looking at jade like ice, flexible and adaptive.
What does everything in the world feel like? Sam, I played.
The rope saws wood, but water drops stones.
I laughed at the sky from the horizontal knife, leaving two Kunlun mountains in my liver and gallbladder.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
When you are old and strong, would you rather be moved? Poverty is strong, not falling into the sky.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.