Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts.
Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable.
A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually.
This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain.
It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken.
The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city.
A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.
Look at it. Is it?