Sadness for the north of Shu is at stake, and the abandoned garden is divided.
Thousands of miles of smoke and sand faint the sun and the moon, and all souls scream and laugh.
I hate Cang Min, why do I love fickle feelings, and I am often in trouble!
God's will is cold and empty. Love in the world, gold is hard to change.
Feel the hot hands in all directions and the ice gallbladder on all continents.
The green belt flutters and comforts, and the red flag hangs the soul.
Fantasy Ming Dynasty, Shu Jing reflects Minjiang River, Danxia can.
Man jianghong? Sichuan earthquake
Qinchuan, the road to Shu, who expected the sky to fall.
In the ruins, there are many bones, and life and death are the same.
Every dozen boats and cars in Jianghan rain, destroying the snow in the building.
Looking southwest, bluebirds block Bashan and apes swallow.
Kyushu, the heart drops blood; Adjust the tripod and knot the intestines.
It's time to recast Chinese Soul.
Hundreds of thousands of animals fall from the sky, and when you burn rhinoceros, you are afraid of being crazy!
In times of crisis, the world offered Qin Xin with sincerity.