Where is God? What is God? God doesn't work?

If there is love in the sky, it will be old!

Jin Tongxian sings Chinese songs.

(Tang) Li He

In August of the first year of Qinglong in Wei Mingdi, the official of the court drove to Han Xiaowu to meet Pan Xianxian, hoping to establish Qian Dian. The immortal burst into tears when the imperial secretary dismantled the dish. Li Changji, the grandson of the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, wrote the Song of Golden Tongxian.

Maoling Liulang is a guest in the autumn wind, and I heard Ma Si's ignorance at night.

The osmanthus tree in the painting column hangs autumn fragrance, and the soil in the thirty-six palaces is green.

Wei Guan led the car thousands of miles, and the sour wind in Dongguan shot at his eyes.

Empty sent John out of the palace door, thinking of your tears like lead water.

Declining orchid to send guests to Xianyang Road, if the sky is old.

The lonely moon is bleak, and the acropolis is low.