To rivers and lakes.

Open your eyes again.

It has been a thousand years of vicissitudes in the rivers and lakes.

Full of ingenuity to make words into swords.

I wanted to be mad at the frost and snow.

But it didn't work, dyed wine red and made a song of sadness.

The original meaning of the song left the eternal breeze.

After all, the jade bottle was empty.

The jacket was wet with dust.

Looking at it again, it is not clear that the green silk mixed with Huafa Bamboo House is far away.

After years of taking pictures, the jagged bump into Jianmang only said.

Rivers and lakes do not live.