Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng and the waning moon.