When I'm not chasing myself, I'm in Shen Jia. The mysterious bird flies from a corner of Beijing, worships the lotus from afar and travels in the South China Sea. May Fang Ling live forever, have a new destiny, form an alliance with thousands of surnames, meet with three students, and the legend will glory the world. People wandering in the West Garden are enjoying the autumn waters in the sky, the fragrant hills, the bright moon and the cool breeze. Suddenly, they feel that the past is over, and the past is not thrown away. At this time, there will be no obstacles in their hearts and their eyes will be gentle. Weiss, like this beautiful scenery, see the world on the sand and take part in work, compared with * * *? The world twists and turns, only the avenue is accessible, and the sea of suffering is ups and downs. Love between heaven and earth, learn from the moon and stars, and chat as a short story. Remember:
There is an elf in the sky.
The vegetation is green now.
I used to be very sad.
The fallen leaves in the sky drift alone.
Vientiane was really like electricity.
This body is still like a ping on the water.
I am glad to be kind, but I am kind to you.
The stars meet the moon and the clouds rise.
The wind and thunder are moving
Clouds and high ponds are raining.
Suddenly I thought I was relieved.
Heaven and earth are long and complicated.