I watched a foreign TV play when I was a child. I remember a bad wizard father and daughter and a witch. There's a black man. The protagonist is a man who likes good witches. Help her.

The wind is flying and the dust is floating, and there is no one in the wild. What do you mean, a boat is like a mountain and a car is like a waterfront? Looking at Chu in the north and Qin in the east, the rivers are getting worse and the stars are chaotic. Tianmen is gentle and graceful, I wish there were words far away, and tigers and leopards are happy. I am in tears and pale, but I can't stretch my heart. Elk has horns, dragons have scales, and empty mountains are lonely.

There are no boats, no beams, no thorns and no rice beams in the river. Eagles turn pigeons into sparrows into falcons, raccoons into dragons and bugs, and take care of them for a long time. Nine doubts are high and the cave is quiet, the phoenix tree is dry and the phoenix is not far away, the mountain wood is called a stork, and the swan flies without throwing. Clouds pile up and the rain is long, and you know this worry.