The years are long rolling glaze, small buildings are clear, and the past is turned over. Painting the mid-autumn festival, the wine is round on the laurel. Deep affection, dragon boat sticky soft, dumplings, winter solstice leeks.
Don't lose your luck. Beautiful scenery, reckless day.
Gu Qian. The river is stacked with color, the green ginseng is standing, and the phoenix tail is spotted. The Han Sea flipped into the air, and the cangs surged with smoke. Cold Xiang bamboo, Feihong stepping snow, warm spring willow, purple swallow Lingjuan.
Pity. Ten thousand mountains are broken, and the past is like smoke.
