There are too many things to do.
My heart is hanging, and I am hungry.
Art knows itself both spiritually and materially.
My heart is full of sadness and sorrow.
Yi Xu was shot by Yuji's arrow.
If your heart is not wood and stone, don't you feel anything?
The clan rode dragons in Dizo.
Hearts with the same heartbeat are linked ―― a like-minded person will not lose any hint.
Art and fruit are the things that are not old.
Worried about charcoal, I hope it is cold.
Art and fruit moved to the forest.
Spring is in the heart, with plums as buds.
Lin Jian of Gaozong City
Pure heart has no time to count dragon saliva.
Art is a needle, a god and a god.
Like a pool of water, there is no wind.
Yi Yin is better than Zhang Minzhuo.
The heart is like the wind blowing incense.
Why do you have to stay in the art color?