After the storm, everything remains the same. He took his small speaker and walked outside the fear room
Intention: Looking back at the stranger's journey, I see the frost falling.
I lost my reliance on the old pool inkstone.
The soup spring meanders to collect Shao water,
The Tribulus Road turns to Wanchuan River.
Reading Song poetry in the morning by the river,
Yaoran playground is by the Xunshui River.
I graduated from Hu Miaomang today,
The old memories fade away like smoke.