Qingquandi, half-life frivolity, folding the moon to cook wine, Danqing, Los Angeles, clear and spacious, half-city fireworks, desert dust, empty lanes with night sounds, cold mountains and blue, empty and silent, broken pen and ink, Luo Jing Qingluan, sake warm wind, cold alleys in the old city, holding a fan to hide a smile, returning to the boat to raise a crane, bidding farewell to the old que, leaving flowers in the sea, giving red-violet.
Blue old friends, Sulu and Li at dusk, Qing, laughing in the pub, taking pictures, blue is still there, remembering grandeur, opening ink, hiding water, blue winter at dusk, drinking by thousands of pigeons, floating in sorrow, drunk with green strings, dredging Zheng, painting a corner of the south building and making a river.
The drama is silent at night, the sun is like fire, the wine is thin, the waves are clear and the sun is shaking, the walkers are all wrapped up, the rain is listening to the railing, the cliff is broken, the sand is sinking for the world, the cliff is stepping, Wang Ruoyi is in the north, the green ink book is in the evening breeze, the Xia Yuan emblem is full of twists and turns, the oriental jade is clear, the words of crimson snow, the sound of sweeping the road is cold, and it is half a cloud and half a pool.