Hong Fei is potential and charming, which sounds far away.
Clouds are ashamed of Yunfu, and rivers are deep.
It is difficult to enter morality and wisdom, but it is difficult to return to the field.
Loyal to the poor sea, lying in the empty forest.
I was lying on the pillow, ignorant of the season and climate, and I took a temporary peek.
Listen to the waves with your ears open, and look at the place with your eyes open.
At the beginning of the scene, the wind direction changed, and the new sun became old and cloudy.
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.
Qiqi hurts the song and feels the sound of Chu.
It is easier to live forever than to live alone.
Holding exercises is not the only thing. There is no boredom in life.