An ancient poem expresses the feeling that life is like a play.

Once, it was difficult for the sea to get flowers for eternal amber. I don't even bother to look back at Yuan Zhen, a gentleman who is half-edged and half-edged. If life is only the first time, why is it sad to draw a fan in the autumn wind?

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night.

More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. -Nalanxingde Nalanxingde's "Huanxisha" Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.