Live in harmony with light and relax with time.
But the river, white tea is not given.
Holding jade, the wind runs out of food.
There is light in the heart, always the same.
Mulberry trees are not late, and the moon is like the wind.
I want to meet my husband and see the scenery of Nanxi.
Clouds blow into snow, and human products become tea.
A few years in Myanmar, a lifetime.
Muduo's heart, follow the footsteps of the road.
Ji Yueguang wind, not lingering in my arms.
Qinghe Haiyan, when he was young.
In the past lotus years, there was no rest.
By chapter, the ice system is clear.
There is enthusiasm in life, but it is hidden in the secular world.