Elegant, ladies and gentlemen, their virtues are not hesitant, and they will not forget. Master said that the piano of the East Mountain shattered the soup and water, the kite of the West Lake rolled up the raging wind of the city, the flute of the southern forest rained down the sharp thunder, and the flute of the northern desert introduced the monstrous sand waves. Hu Ji wept tears, and the strong man mourned. Yashi's soul cries blood, and Yaqu disappears into the dust. Therefore, I am willing to embark on this road of "turning elegance", shooting geese, leading the river, entering the wood, sailing at night.........& lip;