Second, turn around by mistake and pass by. Looking back, it is far from Pengshan, with wild geese in the north and south, love letters and blue sky.
Three wrongs meet each other, but it rains at night over Bashan boats. West window, sleepless dreams, who will cut the candles?
Fourth, misunderstanding will eventually hate late, and commissions will fly all over the sky. Years old, from Yangliu 'an, Fu Qianghan.
Five points, but half of them are scattered.
Six bombs, wrapped around people's hearts, dry without words,
Seven words, chanting half-life obsession, the moon hangs in the sky.
Eight-bone umbrella, stop by the river and see Qian Fan all over.
Jiuqu Gallery waist turned around and sighed for ten years, and the flowers fell in front of the old courtyard.
After many twists and turns, I can't find the mountain anywhere. Don't be embarrassed, the golden cup is cold and the rosy cheeks are faded.