1, until the bank at low tide widens and there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.
Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows become songbirds.
3, I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery.
4. On a road stretching to the white clouds, beside a spring stretching to the bluest river.
5, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly.
6. Petals float with the wind and go away with the running water.
7, the future map will be good, back to Fengchi boast.