A Pure and Peerless Branch Shines on the Ripples

I hope that the summer flowers will be buried in the mud, the autumn trees will have red leaves early, the tea will be drunk in the month, the cool breeze will sweep away the old withers, and I will meet old friends again in winter.

One ups and downs, a sudden brake, and it's over.

If you continue to be immersed in hatred, over time it will turn into an obsession that will not stop until you die!

Nice looking. I like it. It's not too short.