Sleeping and raining are over, and there is no grass on the road. When you go there, the goose is silent. Finally, the rain fell on the stairs, and now there is snow and rain on the road. Before stopping, you look forward to sunny days and stay in the fragrant lotus.
The night sky is long, looking at Anping from afar. The breeze is bright and the moon is far away. When Watson first tasted it, it was a faint misty rain. Outside the curtain, the dead wood is raining. Listen, the night is beautiful and the stars are shining.