In front of the slope of the Yinyin Green Ridge, the prince painted and sang in a low voice, and the flower shadow of the cold pond. The ripples of holy water, the long-sleeved fairy of the goddess is good at dancing, the clouds and temples are beautiful, the slender waist is twisted lightly, and the raccoon yarn is riding.

The mountains and ravines are dazzling and rainbows, and colorful clouds fall in the sky. The silver-white waterfall hangs high in the sky, the white beads splash, if the fog is like snow, the clouds are misty, the cuckoo mountain warbler cries, the fragrance of flowers in the forest is blurred, and the fragrance is faint.

The pine waves of the mountains and mountains are loud, the tigers roar and the birds are singing in the deep mountains, and there are flower marks on the cliffs. The cliffs and vines climb and spread, the empty valley is blue, the fragrance is far away, and the mountains are lush and green. This is where the fairyland is.

Reserved immortals and demons are always an inexhaustible after-dinner conversation, and they are always a funny and fun legendary story.

Thanksgiving, recommend collections and subscriptions, more suggestions, I am ashamed. Bow and beg for it. (To be continued......)