Draw the fate of generations
Look back and see how far it is.
A thousand years have passed.
Juvenile oil-paper umbrella
Broken bridge side outside the square
Spring, summer, autumn and winter have not changed.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter have not changed.
A leisurely breeze blew the floating flowers.
Long sleeves brushed their foreheads.
Who saw the blue lake?
Love and hate are always hard to hide.
Look over there.
That cloud, that water, that golden mountain.
meet
Looking at the mirror, blue and white sword.
Secular fate
Love and righteousness are in the same boat.
every two days
It took thousands of years to draw a full moon.