At dusk, the pavilion is blue and quiet, and the empty valley becomes frost at dusk. Silent and lonely, elegant and hidden.
The prescription sleeves are covered with red medicine by the river, and the grass is fragrant on the ground. Pick more with your hands, and you will get old with your family.
If the dream is broken, the flowers should be like dreams, not in full bloom. If it always blooms, it is planted by fate.
Xue Zhi Dan Hua Lanzhi has lost its weakness, while Fang Hui is solid and noble. A little ordinary, a little brilliant, a little naive.