You don't see it, Yuyu Qionglou soared into the air, looking down on the pedestrians and feeling cold.

You don't see it, the Qinglian monks are not satisfied, and the ink book is spectacular.

You don't see, the stream and spring flow are clear and the wind is clear, and the infinite rivers and mountains are on the railing.

You don't see, the cliff is embedded in the ancient temple, and the three horsetails are hanging in the air.

It seems to be soaring clouds and fog, and you can pick the stars with your hands.

Like a heavenly palace, draw your sword to the sky.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

But seeing the legacy of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the three religions are respected, and the palace is majestic. In the square inch of land, it shows the ingenuity of the ancients, and the magic of the axe.

Hidden in the mountains, the clear spring is out of flow. Sit quietly on the empty mountain and go away from the hustle and bustle.

At the top of this, you can see all the small. Hanging in the air, all in sight.

Yu Shaowan looked around, overlooking the edge of the cliff, feeling the creation of heaven and earth, fearing the fall of Guangyu, climbing the mountain to look far away, nostalgic for the ancients and sighing.

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