Let the boat go to Ling Bo for thousands of miles and keep an eye on Wu Shan.
Yuntun Shuifu, Fu Tao Goddess, Jiujiang East Note.
Beike is relaxed, strong and partial, and the years are fading.
I miss Yi Song's seclusion, my old friends in Chaoshan, my dreams in Conan, and so on.
Looking back at the demon atmosphere, ask the world, where is the hero?
Planning for serving the country is pitiful and useless, and the dust is faint.
Crossing the river with iron locks and windsurfing, Sun Lang suffered.
But sadness knocks on Ghost Jue, sadness sings to Fu Liang, and tears flow down like rain.