The long river flows by the clouds, thousands of miles apart.

Help He fly from the sky and send me away.

The tears have been waved with the wind, and the love is filled with jade beads.

When I meet old friends from afar, when will I meet?

and "Empty Rooms to Float Clouds"

Yi An dreams of flying in the sky, flying in the sky chases the poetic immortal.

The white clouds are as deep as the sea, and the red pills are crossed to the cape.

The red ball sinks to the bottom of the sea, and the blue sky turns into a jade plate.

I don’t hear the fairy music floating, but I see the jade rabbit cold.

I burst into tears and regretted being trapped in nine days.

Looking back at the world, Pan Lang looked at the full moon.

The plum blossoms are blowing the flute and falling, and the bandwidth of the spring windbreaker is covered.
Chapter completed!