Embroidered river in front of Changbai Mountain, 30 miles of lotus exhibition.
Let's look at the mountains under the water. A pile of faint smoke can't be collected.
This mountain came to Qingyi Bay from the west of Yang Qiu, and the weather dropped half of Yuhuan.
Yesterday, a glass of wine embroidered the river by Daming Lake.
It's cool at night. After crossing the east, the water is dark and there is no way.
Jiang Fei smelled the water without hesitation. She was confused by the autumn wind and autumn dew.
The blue collar is gloomy and messy, and the stockings are full of tiny steps.
Yat sen villa can't draw, but praising egrets is a waste of wind vane.
When I was chasing scattered immortals, I saw Kim first.
Young and frivolous, with a boiling passion, he knocked at the door while singing Wu Ge.
Call Fan Chuan, shake his drunken pen, have a romantic chat and pay him a New Year call.