Self-ordering
Phi Luo with li, the three Lu family sense and for the commotion; Cow ghost snake god, long clawed lang chanting into a fetish. Self-singing, do not choose good sound, there is a reason. The fire of the autumn fireflies falls loosely, and the charm wins the glory; Chase the dust of wild horses, and laugh at each other. Talent is not a dry treasure, Ya loves to search for God; Love class Huangzhou, happy to talk about ghosts. Hearing it, it was written, and then it was compiled. For a long time, the Quartet sent the same people to each other in the mailbox, so that things were gathered well, and the accumulated benefits were accumulated. Even if people are not outside, things may be strange in the land of broken hair; The eyelashes are in front of you, and it is strange that there is a country that is too flying. Flying and happy, crazy and difficult to say; Forever open-minded, stupid and unashamed. Do you want to show me Huluye? However, the five fathers are headed, or they are involved in indiscriminate listening; And on the Sansheng Stone, I quite understand the antecedents. Indulgence is not something that can be abolished. When the loose arc is suspended, the first adult dreams of being sick and barren, favoring the room, and the ointment is like money, round and sticky to the mammary. It is loose and loose, and the fruit is Mozhi. And he is also less sick and has a long life. The silence of the courtyard is as cold as a monk; The cultivation of pen and ink is like a bowl. Every time I scratch my head and think to myself: Don't face the wall, is it my predecessor? There is a leakage of root causes, and the fruit of man and heaven has not been bought; And falling with the wind, it became the flower of the domain. The vast six paths, how can it be described as unreasonable! It is only the midnight glowing, and the lights are dim; Xiao Zhai was nervous, and the case was cold and suspicious. Set the armpit as a fur, and continue the record of the underworld in vain; The pen is full of white and white, and it is only a book of loneliness and indignation. It is sad that the sustenance is so! Whew! Frost and cold birds, hugging trees without temperature; Hanging moon autumn insects, self-heating. Those who know me, they are in the green forest and Hesse!
Kangxi has not yet been in the spring, and Liu Quan is self-titled