In front of Tianze Tower, there are colorful fallen flowers.
There is a long table under the tree, covered with white silk, and someone is writing ink freely, like a picture of a sword hidden in the snow.
"Master Ye is in great interest."
He came from a distance, with a few layers of wind and frost in his eyes.
The face of the person who painted remains the same, and time seems to have stood still on him.
The painter didn't talk much. He looked at him and smiled slightly. He snatched his pen and wrote a small poem.
"Tuoba doesn't know how to wield a sword."
He watched him "listen to the rain under an umbrella" and "dance a sword in front of the porch". They visited "Autumn Moon over Pinghu" and "Weeping Orioles in the Willow Waves".
He asked him three times, "Would you like to follow me, travel around the world, and make a living with the sword?"
The person in question smiled and shook his head, "Tuoba has no worries, and I still have a hidden sword.
My previous column was stolen, I'm so angry CRY! I finally found it. Fortunately, Jinjiang does not allow authors to delete articles on their own. Now I know this is a good feature.
But the SB who hacked my account actually changed the introduction of my article and other information. I wish him bad luck for the rest of his life!