Liu Yuan's original "He Xinlang West Lake";
Rain and autumn are thin. Ying lake light, thousands of hectares of glass, wave flat as a knife. Strolling through the beautiful scenery of the lake, the Pearl Pavilion in Qionglou is surging. Remember 1 1, the classic was yesterday. 100,000 people live in a secluded place and borrow Heng E to make an appointment. Fog foil, flying smoke screen.
Cats are only put away when they are in the clouds. Put hibiscus flowers on the shore for ten miles, and jade will become fragrant. Buy a boat to watch the moon at night and laugh at Han Yin. Drunk, riding whales. Try to call Poxian's quip, ask about light makeup, and ask how the evening was. Just a cloud for a month, a comb.