Phoenix flies to Xiangxi, and Tuojiang passes through the city.
I'm blue, I'm blue, I'm blue, I'm blue, I'm blue, I'm raining, I'm home.
The emerald building is hidden in the shade, and the bright silver cymbals are inserted on the head.
Walking in the winding alley, I was drunk and thought of Shen Gong's Zen from a distance.