The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king.

Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person.

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Helplessly, the flowers fell and the familiar swallow returned

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit

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