Bloom has a secluded stream in the mountains and Xiushan has Nanshan in the north. Pine trees are speechless from the cliff, how can they stand the cold wind? Who can grasp the world of mortals in the imagination of tigers whistling and dragons singing? The grass withers year after year, and the rabbit sings the sky high. A stone throws out a chaotic cloud, and the sky collapses and the lotus handle dries up. Look around. No one is there. This body is suspected to be in Taihuading. The fairy asked me what I wanted. Changhong was a shadow. It seems that the mountain god is heavy and complete. Flowers come like rain, who is the screen outside the mountain? Or go with the wind, sadness is a good scenery. Or as a white deer cliff, washing stones and listening to springs is also fortunate. Or dig a way to be the best in the world. It's a pity that the mountains and trees are also rustling, such as human nature. Cherish the cold and think about it, but you are not willing to be calm. Only white clouds can come and go, when will endless poverty wake up? A soul flies with a spirit, and the whole body is just a patio. Suddenly, I began to broaden my horizons, but I didn't see the mountain. I was calm. Suddenly I heard the sound of running water, and I didn't know where I was alone.