Looking at the smoky city in the distance, I am surprised that China is lingering.
Weak water whirls, frost moths dance sleeves, and unexpectedly roll Wan Lianqiong Rui.
I came at a tender moment, staggered to resign and fell asleep.
A pillow in the sky, recommended to attract silver-haired men, blowing in the wind, boring, washed with clouds.
I woke up from my dream and raised my eyebrows to worry.
My heart is full of joy, my troubles are gone, and I am full of fairy spirits.
Remove the unprovoked, sing again, and make trouble in the world.