Winter snow reflects on the temples, looking back at yesterday.
Enjoy the flowers and the moon with light wind and light clouds, and enjoy the joy of reciting poems with the cup.
The crow laughed and had a wonderful thought.
The cold toad alone pities the dream, and the Ganges River is full of sand and lifeless.
People are easy to be thrown away by time, and their hearts are broken and their robes are tight.
Several times pretended to be crazy and overwhelmed the world, and at the end of the song, people scattered in the empty mountain. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com