The river of no return, a romantic figure with a long history.
Tired of the troubles of tourists, I heard that the road is far away, and it is clear that the flying pavilion overlooks the long bridge. Greedy to see the egrets crossing the autumn pool, I don't feel that there is no evening tide in the green forest.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. (Ding Fengbo)
The old man talked about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops on a flat post. "Jiang? Hunting in Michigan