A pair of swallows whisper in front of the curtain, and the patient sleeps all day without any trouble.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people can hear their voices.
The Yue people are talking about Tianmu, and the clouds and clouds are bright and extinguished or can be seen.
We will meet soon without pen and paper, and I will rely on you to send messages of peace.
...There are still quite a few.