In my prime, I was alienated.
Castle peak is not old, it is a snow-white head.
Helpless, deja vu
Pinellia there, like water flowing.
People come and go, bustling.
There is a kind of beauty that I will never forget.
Only lovesickness is harmful to lovesickness.
As always, everything wins.
I am a god, gentle and affectionate.
There are mountains and rivers, and there are flowers in Hebei.
Times have changed, and things have changed.
In midsummer, light years away, I met my parting.
Floating life hurts the years, and it is sad and playful.
Missing is fruitless and fleeting.
The fog is gone, and the moon is gone.
Great knowledge is idle, and little knowledge is somewhere in between.
When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.
Born with joy, died without regret.
Still water flows deeply, and the pale voice sings.
Life and death are rich and prosperous, and the son inherits it.
Draw from life, draw from death.
I'll go if the mountain doesn't come.
The world is lovely, and the world can be played.
Stop at the top of the mountain.
Take dreams as horses, and live up to youth.
Sincerity is limited, overdue
I won't stay, I won't settle.
I'll be back, tribe.
Half-blooming, slightly drunk.
Love affair, long hate, no.
Spring sings the wind, summer drinks the wine.
Finally, I was thinking about my face.
As beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies.
The bright moon goes straight in, with no intention of guessing.