Emperor knight
The old sorrow is like Qian Shan, the new sigh is like fog, and the knife breaks through the water without words. Ask about Tianxing wine.
There is no vegetation in the mountains, little wind and fog in the water, and the wasteland is cold and miserable.
The roots are deep and leafy, the source is long and flowing, and the spring frost and autumn dew are bleak.
In a hurry, bees are chasing, dogs are driving away, my heart is in a mess, and I am tired and panting.
The fragrance is warm, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the rain is fine and the sun rises.
The sky burns and the sun sets, the earth is green and rainy, and the color is full of pity and sorrow.
The mountains and rocks in the north are dangerous, and the rivers and seas in the south are wide. Even with Ling Yunzhi, it's easy to walk.
For whom do flowers bloom, birds sing, dance and duckweed live?
The ancient road is gone, the heroes in the desert sink, the sunset locks at dusk, and the morning bell opens to the clouds.