Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains are short under the sky ... self-centered.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -After death.
The baby propped up the boat and stole Bai Lianhua back. Be careful.
After many trials and tribulations, I am still strong and go my own way.
Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, the root is breaking the rock.
Spring can't shut the garden, an almond goes out of the wall. -no way.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
I am not afraid of being smashed to pieces, but I want to leave my innocence in the world.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night. -Life is short.
By the sinking ship, Qian Fan passed by, in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. -tomorrow's yellow flowers
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; Martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as deep as Wang Lunshen.
The meandering Yellow River and Wan Li sand are washed by waves and the wind is blowing from the end of the world. -That's great.
The mountain is chiseled with a thousand hammers, and it's no use burning it with fire.
I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. -A hundred flowers blossom.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.