Zhaoyang Temple in Luo Qi, with nice words, is convenient.
Luo lightly pressed the golden wisp, and the sound of joy entered.
Luo Jin is now in hand, and he is happy to make friends from all walks of life.
Luo Yi floats on, and there is a happy song.
Seven-character Tibetan poems:
Carol was bitten by a tulip. She went crazy because of a small glass of wine.
Father Luo went east alone, so why bother?
Luo skirt and jade wrist gently shook their oars. If you are happy, why bother?
Luomu Painting Hall is deep and bright, and it is so freehand and frugal.