Get the world, then avoid it. Huang Qi Shangshan, Iraqis also died.
Immersed in the trace, the path is destroyed. I am destined to farm, and I will rest from where I am.
Mulberry and bamboo are shaded, millet is prepared for art, spring silkworm is harvested, and autumn silkworm is taxed.
The deserted road warms the traffic, and chickens and dogs bark at each other. Cowpea is ancient, but clothes are not new.
Children and grandchildren sing, and they are happy in vain. Grass glory knows peace, and wood decay knows strength.
Although there is no Ji Lizhi, he is four years old. Why bother to entangle wisdom when you are happy!
Strange traces hide 500, and once a fairy opens them. Being thin is both a different source and a secluded source.
Excuse me, travel alchemist, how to measure the hubbub? I would like to whisper, hold high, and ask me to make an appointment.