On the Phoenix Platform, I remember playing the flute;
Inch by inch, Wei Yun, be gentle. Whether there is extinction, it is difficult to disappear, and it is breaking the soul: looking at the mountains and rivers, people go far away. From now on, the sour will be clear, just like tonight.
Qing Yao, you shouldn't ask for heaven. It's boring to look at it clearly. Who do you think is more? Who's hurt? Who wants to be happy, steal vegetarian powder and write a description? Who cares about life and death?
This word is ups and downs, touching, comparable to Yi 'an's Autumn Love. It was written by Shuang Qing, a famous poetess in Qing Dynasty. She is often left out by her husband, abused by her mother-in-law, and has nowhere to complain. Because of her pen, she used words to express her sadness. There are single, double and three words, which come from feelings.