The second sister of the night dream got up in the morning and did it
Every time I saw the Huan Monument, the tears did not dry, and the pursuit of the bottom of the wound repeatedly destroyed the liver.
Why is it cold for a compatriot to have a milk? Ten years of clothing and wide.
Dream weeping traces of yellow cranes, hills of barren grass moonlight cold.
The breeze shakes the pear blossom rain, and the clouds on the ridge cry cuckoos.