[Micro group portrait, high-spirited teenagers]
The breeze is bright and the moon is bright.
Everyone in the world lamented that God was jealous of talented people and beautiful women were often sick, but she was the only one who scorned her. The dead wood hanging from the pot in the left hand can welcome spring, and the pen held in the right hand will give way to all evil spirits. Wearing a green shirt, her smile is unrestrained and her talent is stunning.
"I am sinking and listening to the phoenix trees, lying down and listening to the drizzle of the sycamore trees. The moon is dim after the rain, and I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Lie down and listen to the sparse sycamore trees, and you will also know that the clear frost has drunken the maple leaves." He stood with his sword in his hand, smiling warmly, "I know the maple from the bottom of my body. My sister is naughty. If you are not convinced, just ask me for advice."
"I am Yu Jibai, from the Yu family on Huahuang Island."
Yu Jibai, Yu Jibai, I don't know that Dongfang is Baibai.
Yu Jibai, Yu Jibai, how could he not know that the East is white?
Everyone in the world calls her Jing Jiaojiao, but she is the only one who calls her Qingyun.
"Who is Jing Jiaojiao? I'm not. I'm Jing Qingyun."
The stars are shining brightly, and I look up to see the joy.
She is the light that refuses to be extinguished in desperate situations.
The little fox just kept fussing, "You guys are crazy."
But so what?
He was willing to risk everything to make them crazy.
We crazy people should all be well.
