Suddenly, it rained like a flower outside.
One and two.
The sound of falling flowers
Sprinkle it on the fluttering skirt
Feathers with firm but gentle grip and deep dreams.
Really speechless with fetal interest:
Holding a small spray in the cold river.
Bai Fei's brushwork
The thirsty pen is unbearable.
A 3000-foot waterfall
Burst out suddenly:
Wan Dian mei Hua
Sword stepping on Kunlun:
The next step is flying crane.
The next step is to play with dragons in the sea
Firm but gentle
What is lit is the heartbeat of the stamen.
This is the cry of clouds.
Changes along the light and shadow
It's a neon song of Datang
It is the appearance of the world of mortals.
It's solidified skin.
It's a beautiful face with half a mask on it.
Pursuing the Spring Dream of the Tang Dynasty
Flowers and wine, swords and poems
Life is close to the smell of death.
Rangjian
Erased the distant Hong Fei.
Beauty in the shadow
Warm fingers are the cold moon.
In extreme view
Heat of light
Broke all the ambushed blood vessels.
A sword
Retreat to the brink of despair
It's dying
Save whose life?