The phoenix tree is so typhoid, can we not be sad, Xanthium, who taught the white horse to walk in a dream boat, Qingcheng Mountain?
No fireflies, songs on the clouds
Then we all cried, the stars in the deep sea, the golden night,
The whereabouts of Polaris is unknown, and it is said that every planet will cry.
Gold powder, deep palace. Beauty returns.
The coolness of ivy
Morning light stranded
Half the sea of dandelion
Every teenager walks away.
The whole world sings this little love song for you.
There are many more, which I can't remember at once.