Original author: Bai Yuan| Ejina, Inner Mongolia
Remembering Qin'e Ling
In the bleak night, steel roared for the full moon. Looking for the full moon, the wind and rain, the joy of parting. In the desert sea of the vast ancient road, the west wind in the ancient land of Juyan is urgent. The west wind is urgent, the eyes are tearful, and the fence is leaning on.
Qingyu case · no anger
In the dark night, there was nowhere to be seen, and the bluestone platform hesitated.
Jade Girl Xiangfang Qingcheng Road.
Deep in the boudoir lane, the sun is shining rapidly, but it is still vicious.
The sky thundered, the earth was scorched, and slaughtered.
Tota holds a mirror and shines brightly, without fear of loneliness, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao.
Dry text into the round soil.
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The night moon clouds are hidden in winter, and the cold light reflects the pines.
Green candles refute the shadows of everyone, and the red sun sprays the world.
![Li Bai created a word plate by himself, laying his position as the "ancestor of words", and few masterpieces came out in the next thousand years[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)