What's the past? Twenty-seven steps is just right
The east wind blows the small building, and the spring is clever.
Where is the homing under the worry of Jiangnan?
Thousands of neon lights are drunk, and dust thoughts can be thrown away.
Nowadays, teenagers have just grown up, and their ideals are hard to feed.
Drinking in an empty building, laughing in a cup, the reality is like a fist.
It's cool in the north, and there are snowflakes floating outside the Great Wall of Wan Li.
Jiang Nanchun, a thousand layers of peach blossoms smile in front of Yuhuatai.
From a distance, the floating guests are like grass.
Commitment is a treasure, shouldering the aspirations of young people.
How many winds Bohr walks alone, but he is unruly.
One elbow can shake Mount Tai, and newborn calves are the most ridiculous.
When my father had a hard life, he pointed out the maze and arranged everything.
How many duckweeds with Shui Piao, * * * to broad road.
Nowadays, there are fewer friends, but it's a pity that you will find lofty one day.
You shouldn't fight against heaven, but you won't know until you draw your sword.
Arrogance can't hide others, but I dream back to Marco Tang and laugh.
The night is dark and windy, and the youth is worried about the old.