The fertile land tilts and the solar eclipse rises. There are thousands of rooms in Guangsha, and I sleep eight feet at night. After thousands of experiences, filial piety comes first.
Fear the law and prosper the DPRK, and worry about the public day after day. All one's life, grass gives birth to autumn.
Liu Yong, Liang Zhu
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Dumu Leyou Tomb
The vast birds are singing, and the ancient relics disappear in the deserted Leyuan Scenic Area. Want to serve the motherland and make contributions, No.5 is in the bleak autumn wind.