Long years, can't afford a wisp of dust, long time, can't stand a melodious song, who is it, who has looked up at this starry land, and who is it, looking down at the lights of this side, a glass of wine and singing and laughing at the rivers and lakes, the vast and sad Shenzhou. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is like a hundred miles of competition, suddenly like a dream, the world is proud, the drama is like a prosperous piece, the song is like a flower in the backyard, and the story of thousands of miles of people will eventually fall into the vast river of time.

When the moonlight falls on this mottled battlefield, when the howling wind of slaughter raises the broken flag sails, what is singing the praises of the heroic souls of the martyrs guarding this bloody hometown, and what is silently pacifying the golden iron horse in this place.

Today, meet a romantic wedding, gorgeous roses witness the birth of a couple, they turn the love in the fairy tale into reality, blessings are full of joy in a place, countless people are intoxicated with the joy of this joy.

Tomorrow, mournfully attending a funeral, full of sustenance tulips with the deceased to sleep together, holding hands and looking at each other, the deceased has gone, full of sorrow, wantonly swaying every tear, to the deceased to say a final goodbye.

In the gorgeous pavilions and pavilions, the magnificent poems engraved with melodious eternality through the ages, the chic and sprinkled pen and ink words, recorded how many writers and heroes splashed ink and scolded, high-spirited, the mountains and rivers of the world are picturesque, the greed swallows the sky and the sky is full of momentum, ascending high and looking into the distance, and the road is full of all kinds of pride in the heart.

When the black hair soaks into the white hair, only to realize that the time has gone old, when the day gradually falls into the twilight, only to understand that the youth is just passing, the journey is endless, the memories are endless, the taste of lovesickness, the blowing of thoughts, all the thousand words will be my hope for you.

Flowing through endless rivers, walking the road of thousands of mountains, falling into the lonely desert, stepping into the starry sky of the universe, and not finding the proverbs that have been hard to pursue, the wind and sand of the years unscrupulously hit the time, and finally was swallowed up by the barren time.

Without this sky, there is no land, there is no planet, there is no us, there is no water, there is no fish, there is no forest, there are no birds, there is no parents, there is no you and me, all living beings depend on an independent thing, and no one can rebel against this eternal theorem.

Floating life and half a dream, tossing and turning, the night is long, Qiang pipe flute, how many heroes through the ages, all bent in the flashiness of the history books of the years, far away from the present dynasty, there have been countless magnificent poems staged in various eras, and how many ancient stories have been passed down for centuries, praised by all generations.

One day, I will set foot in the distance, see the prosperity of the four seasons of this world, listen to the touching sorrow of this earthly world, and watch the world grow old in the lead washing.