Author: Jiang kui.
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. It's getting late and everything is empty.
Du Lang Jun's reward, even now, is too heavy to be surprising. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.