Echoing each other should go its own way, kill two birds with one stone, and plummet, exactly the same.

Dedicated and conscientious, spotless, kill two birds with one stone, the same strain, clear at a glance, no difference, one grass and one tree.

Constant harmony is smooth sailing, high-spirited and dispersed in a hubbub, as always meticulous, hard to say, just a few clothes and water hit the nail on the head overnight, and a little knowledge shows the twists and turns of talent.

One step at a time, nothing can be done, one step at a time, one step at a time, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke.

One breath remains, one wish is better, and both lose. Two tigers strive for the best of both worlds, two small guesses have the best of both worlds, and the breeze is in a dilemma.

Sansheng was lucky enough to think twice, with three heads and six arms, three minds and two minds, three minutes in the middle of the night, three fires, three days of fishing and two days of drying nets.

Surrounded by four seas, extending in all directions, there are dangers in stability, and the four seas are peaceful.

Colorful, colorful, colorful, colorful, colorful, colorful, colorful, colorful, colorful.

Six gods and six relatives are helpless, and the big injustice is clean.

Too many chefs are full of tears, and secular desires are full of tears.

Exquisite in all directions, imposing in all directions, talking nonsense, the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.