With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou. The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Step out of Xiamen and go to Cao Cao.
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.
An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. A martyr is full of courage in his later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish happiness can last forever.
Fortunately, even! Sing ambition with a song.