I ran all the way.
I don't know how many obstacles it has.
Qixian, Qishui and Chao Ge.
A clear face and a fuzzy face.
Overlapping part
All light has no texture and weight.
Near, when I touch the corner of Hebi.
Qishuiyang is a picturesque country.
marvelous
For three thousand years, tradition and poetry have never left.
Qihe sings to himself day and night.
The mysterious cave is long, and the clouds are swimming.
On the shoulders of the waves, who will help the thousand buddhas?
Xia Guang, Youquan and Qingshan are all surrounded by clouds.
A goddess filled the sky with stones and made man out of clay.
Life on earth has just begun.
Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Gao Shi
The gods sang repeatedly in Qishui Poetry Garden.
As if from a spring.
Salty bone
Guiguzi Wang Chan is in a cave in Yunmeng Mountain.
Huamou tianxia
Leaving the sobbing Songtao far behind.
These rings are superimposed repeatedly.
Time goes deep into the days.
I know it's time
Imagine, praise, mark, distinguish
As if waiting for this moment.
Inject another concentration into my blood