Dimly Lit Place

The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers into bloom at night, blowing down stars like rain, and the fragrance of carved BMWs fills the road. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night. The moths are covered with golden threads of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place. Excerpted from Xin Qiji ######################################################################## This is a fairy tale about dreams, which interprets all love. . . . .