Traveling in Xishan is not easy.
Xiaoxiang night rain is charming.
Eight peach blossoms also kill immortals.
Lin Bo took a small step and hissed.
The stormy waves swept away.
Disappeared with a flick of a finger.
Draw a picture of a drunken beauty.
The peach blossoms are messy and red.
The source of Qianli River is cold.
Phantom wounds are like dreams, and smoke fills the air.
Who carries the feather fan and only shadows the railing?
Draw a prison, courtship.
Eight-tone continuous high mountain air string breaking
The wind is flying and the gods are dancing.
Xi Hua Shan Yidan appointed Jiangshan
Looking at the bright moon in the north, geese cross the blue sky.
Wu Liang Qing feng Xia yun fen
Looking at the clouds for a thousand years, it is calm.
Ling Bo crossed the ocean without asking the year.
The rainy night in Xiaoxiang is bleak.
I still remember the blur of the Qing Dynasty.
Look at the stormy waves and calm down.
It is also true and illusory, and it is a sigh of happiness through the ages.