Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
The terrain here is high, the night is severe, and Lissousen is in place.
Big stars shoot each other, and little stars make trouble.
Heaven and man have nothing to do, so what?
Secular criticism, one by one.
Nanji and Beidou are household appliances.
There is nothing in the sky, and nothing is boastful.
If you are forced to see what you know, you will occasionally think of it.
I can't understand it, which makes me sigh.