Junhai deep blue stream.
Yan Kai smiled and looked at the world of mortals.
Looking at the autumn leaves by the pool.
The source flies in winter and dances in frost and snow.
It's easy to think of the past.
Look at the flowers falling in spring.
After 1000 years, clouds are easy to turn gray.
Xi yuxin is missing.
Plus pity and love.
The oil is finally clean, but it hurts.