People have joys and sorrows, the moon has ups and downs-joys and sorrows.
The old horse is full of ambition, and the martyr is full of courage in his later years-the old horse is full of courage.
On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms with human faces set each other off into red-peach blossoms with human faces.
Although my body doesn't have the wings of a bright phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn-the heart is connected.
There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village of light-light.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood-childhood friends.
I advise God to stand up again, let go of his talent and not stick to a pattern-stick to a pattern.
Rush angrily to the crown, lean against the railing and rest in the drizzle-rush angrily to the crown.
Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, straighten my muddy sail and cross the deep sea-ride the wind and waves.
Endlessness is sorrow, and the ends of the earth are thinking-Endlessness, the ends of the earth.
If you wait to understand the east wind, it will always be the color of spring.
Tender as water, like a dream, you can bear to take care of the bridge and go home-tender as water.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was very difficult to accomplish in ancient times-ups and downs, ups and downs.
Helpless flowers fall, deja vu Yan returns-helpless.
Although it is hard, it takes a long time for the blown yellow sand to reach gold.
Things are people, not everything, tears flow first-things are people.