Waiting, thinking about what to write
Ying Xinghe
Cangshan is covered with snow, and the sky is brightly lit to the south. Look at the evening sun shining on the city walls, Wenshui River, and the picturesque scenery, while the fog in the middle of the mountain seems to be there. Wushenhui, Wugu, and Ziying sat in the sun-watching pavilion, waiting for the sunrise. The strong wind blew up the snow.
Cang Fuxue x Nan Tianzhu
Intention: long-lasting