The road goes against the current, and people rush through the clouds.
The road turns thin and the cliff is empty and the tiger is residual.
The road breaks Gong Li Bridge, and my home is separated by water.
Five pipes can't level the road, and people are on the top of pine trees.
On the way, every gentleman is generous, and his short coat and broken hat are in front of people.
The firewood in the mountains led me to the west bank.
The road connects Xishan to build a small village, and Chai Men is quiet after the rain.
I can't see the distant road, but I can't help crying.
Out of the forest, there was no one, and the smoke was rolling.
I wonder what kind of emotional color LZ likes?