Because it is cold, it is ruthless, and because it is extremely cold, it is hurtful. A novel written a long time ago, I wanted to write an ordinary and extraordinary story about pure and clear rivers and lakes.
Crossing the wind and dust, crossing the wind and dust, a silent solitary lamp shines in the heart of the moon, with eyebrows like the moon and beady lips, a peerless beauty.
Wild geese fly together, wild geese fly together, they will always be with each other in life and death, the wild geese never return, the people never return, the drizzle is still there.
The sword hurts feelings, the sword hurts feelings, the hand holding the sword is empty in the world, the sword is speechless, the sword is silent, in the dream of lovesickness. -Ningmo
——Ningmo
