Never pour cold smoke, never proud of solitary smoke, she leans on the sunset glow and leans on a tall bamboo, and strives for self-cultivation. Shaohua dance has a fleeting time, Wu Gou is cold, the breeze is cool, and the pillow is cold.
Young and heartless, drunk in the world of mortals, watching Zhu, white Jian Qing, the sunset is like a shadow, she leans against the sunset and leans against a tall bamboo, according to legend, I am a Confucian businessman, freehand brushwork, and Qianshan watches the sunset.