The sun shines on golden threads, the net rises and the mortal dust
Surrounds the green trees, the high walls and heavy buildings sway the clouds
Every tree is a Zen stick discarded by the immortal
Each tree is a sacred and green cloud
With a cool swaying green clouds, facing the blue sky
Rough arms are engraved with the deep affection that cannot be erased by the wind and frost
Flowers bloom and fall, the bright moon is full and lacks
The year rings of the years are stripped away, and still owe a complete dream
The dream of golden swords and iron horses is shaking the dust of history
Open and seal the Jincheng
The wall is built with blue-gray vicissitudes and high clouds
Thousands of years of heavy and square evolution of the past life and the next life html
The traffic rolled away from both sides, unable to take away the heavy silence
Maybe there are roaring words, but I don’t know who to tell the pavilion that entrusted to the pavilion. The lightness floating above the solemnity
white clouds flowed into the blue sky, and the birds roared the red building
carved beams and painted buildings towered the imagination of the world in all directions
glazed tiles flying up the eaves of the flowing elixir, reflecting the ancient fragrance and elegant rhyme
pavilion in the posture of a bird, dreaming of white clouds, dreaming in the sky, sunny, no matter whether it is passionate dream without traces
dreams, whether it is awake, you can’t get out of the blue eyes of the angel
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