When I walk, I can’t see the east wind and the moon, and when the snow in the west is like smoke.

I couldn't help but crying, and I asked everyone for my own way.

This road is endless, and the sad birds complain and sigh.

It is hard to reach the sky, and you cannot get the blue moon in one go.

I waited for the Yaotai to open on the left, and looked at the wind blowing down on the right.

The eyebrows were gone, and three thousand leaves were rustling.

Why do you feel sad about the sky? The sky is filled with hatred.

He led the clouds to the immortals and hit the chest at night toward the lanyard.

I feel unhappy and ask the gods.
Chapter completed!