Wealth is floating smoke..
I have my own body.
In the radial mirror, I leave the old and don’t linger when I flick my sleeve.
Jiazi invades the wax in spring, and Yanjing is young again.
Count nine sunny days and look at the willows.
The lights in the city are like a sea of sparks.
Children celebrate the kitchen stove, and the sound of flute and drum makes the sky noisy.
Happy with the happy new year, from the reunion, 23 firecrackers came into the window, surprised to feel the beginning of the new year.
This is a good time to be safe.
Even if there are thorns in the world, you can feel at ease in the waning place.
The book is empty and admire the kite.
