Thirtieth ancient style

The mysterious wind has become too old. Mourning is always there. Disturb the seasonal leaf man. Chickens crow in four grades. But I know the Golden Horse Gate. Who knows Penglai Mountain? Never die, Luo Qi. Laughing and singing all the time Green wine and Dan liquid. The green moth is dying. The last two sentences are a work. The dust is fading away. A great scholar wields a golden vertebra. Poetry ceremony room. Three trees in the dark. You can't climb in the dark.