Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.
Qingqing is a sad tree that has been separated from hatred by several people.
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.