There is no material to fill the sky, and you will waste your time in the world of mortals.
False is true, true is false, and inaction is everywhere.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable!
Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass disappeared from the abandoned grave.
Everyone knows that the fairy is good, but gold and silver can't forget it!
In the end, the DPRK only hated gathering but not much until it closed its eyes for a long time.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only a good wife can forget them!
You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them!
Fifth cycle
Thick soil and high sky, I can sigh the endless feelings of ancient and modern times,
Finding someone to marry, poor romantic debts are hard to pay.
If you want to be clean, you will never be clean, and the clouds may not be empty.
I can't break three spring colors for a long time, and I changed my makeup the year before.
Poor embroidered maid, lying alone beside the ancient Buddha in Deng Qing.
How about seeing through those three springs? Knock out youth and find peace of mind. Say what? There are many peaches in the sky and many apricots in the cloud. Who survived the autumn? Look, people in Bai Yang Village are sobbing, and ghosts are singing under the green maple forest. What's more, even the grass covers the grave. What's more, yesterday's poor people and today's rich people have worked hard, and spring is at first, and Qiu Guang is at first. Like this, who can escape life and death? According to the news, the precious trees in the west are called whirling trees with lasting fruits.
This official, whose family business is dying, is rich, runs out of gold and silver, is kind-hearted, narrowly escaped death, and is ruthless, obviously culpable of punishment. Those who owe their lives, those who owe their lives, and those who owe their tears have exhausted their tears. Revenge is not light, separation and aggregation are predetermined. If you want to know your life, you will be lucky to get rich when you are old. Those who see through it, those who escape into an empty net, are obsessed with it and give it away for nothing.
Eighth
Nu Wa's smelting stone became absurd and became an absurd wild wasteland.
Lost the true realm of ghosts, it stinks to kiss.
You should know that luck can lose gold more than color, but sigh can become a good jade.
Don't forget, immortal Heng Chang.
Never give up and never give up.