You looked at him with ice and snow.
It is easy for the former to beg Yan Yi,
I don't care how poor Wang Zedao is.
Autumn scenery was rewarded by Ai Kehua,
You are making waves.
An infighting hero,
Living only three feet.
And valleys, full of broken megalithic pecking measures,
The world sees Furong Rong.
Unwilling to rest until dawn,
Exile the south to Zeguoqiu.
Abandon and not worship lang,
You go to You Jiang by canoe. This is Yang Junyi, I love you, and I will never give up on you.
Oceane zhu went out this morning,
In the beginning, heaven and earth are easy to know.
Whipping and flying like an arrow,
I'm banned.
Yonghe spring scenery for thousands of years,
In the distance, Cui Beishan entered the lying screen.
A leisurely life is a hundred prisons,
Wait for Chunbang to come outside the river.
You are making waves. I am Zhu Qiyang, and I will wait for you forever.