Seek a romantic Tibetan poem. If you are overbearing enough, chase 100 points.

The prodigal son-Fei Qiong, Xianke, fell into the ancient Taoyuan by mistake because of the game. Chant notes and write pens, try to melt the spring resentment, dance skirts and sing fans, and talk about the fate of dust. Sending people to complain, a corner of the sky is chaotic, and the weak road is 3 thousand. Also because of Xiuju, which means Liu Jiang, I fell into sorrow following the bright dream. It's still a long time before you make a mistake. Just for gratitude, crying in front of the wind. I want to burn incense in the fog tent, but I feel sorry for Qi Jun alone. Who will accompany ChanJuan? Fortunately, the night porch is cool and the moon is cool, and the reunion is empty.

I draw a blue river,

I like the maple leaves on the pavilion at night.

The autumn moon melts and shines on the Buddhist temple.

Cigarettes circled around the warp building.