The purple desert in the city hides the nest, and the castle peak outside the door is the guest of honor.
The purple stranger looked at a glimmer of light and the cage smoke turned to Yiyi.
Green rain slightly scattered purple dust, and the lake was as cold as spring.
I know from a distance that under the world of mortals, every time I look back at Yunshan.
Purple gas looks back at hate and looks heartbroken.
Who knows that the misty water and clear stream are only in the west of the sky.
The famous garden is opposite to Zimo, and the high-rise building hides Danxia.
Mozi invited Qian Bao to ride again, and there were no seven fragrant cars in the brothel.
The inner hall of Pingming inherited the color, and the Yan Dynasty of Japan returned to Zimo.
Li Qing Yin Zi Mo, half empty jade shadow meets the golden platform.
Spring ice eliminates grass and drizzle melts purple mud.
Incense dust rises all the way, and horses and chariots compete for water.
Lianyuan's tall buildings are close to Mozi, and the famous prostitutes in the city are holding up their red teeth.
Zimo is getting thinner and thinner. It is absolutely unique to try horses in spring and play the flute in brothel at night.
The golden saddle shakes the morning glow, and the shallow purple stranger steps on the flowers.
On Chengnan Road, Liuyang, the flowers are purple and covered with dust.
The berry path was covered with moss, and Cosette's voice was purple and hollow.
The world of mortals and the purple stranger, the sunset and the grass on Chang 'an Road are places where people are separated and their souls are broken.
It's no use doing fame and fortune. I miss the years, I stay away from purple.
Back to Mozi East, Chai Jin drank to drown his sorrows.
Drink Dongfeng and relax. Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East.
On the main road of the city, pedestrians are constantly flowing, and the dust is blowing on their faces. People say that they have just seen flowers coming back from Xuandu.