The rain flows in seven or nine rivers, the geese come in eight or nine, the flowers bloom in nine, and the fields are surprised. If it is innocent, it will surprise you. The imperial power is rich, and the Millennium is wasted, and the drunken dream is safe. Most importantly, the world should know me. Spring thunder is chaotic, and the Tianhe River is full. Wei Gui Amber, Shu Kuang, Cang Geng and Who Sobs? Again, countless years, I don't know where. The smoke from the jade stove smells delicious. Painting the wall makes apricot swallows wet. Swallows are wet. Where the flower tip disappears, the painting building stands tall.