Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Once upon a time, there was a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
My hooves were a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by.
At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.