In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish and mandarin fish are fat.
Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
——Zhang Zhihe's "The Fisherman's Song"
I don't have any intention, but I can't help myself all the time.
Since entering the martial arts world, he has been sick and weak.
Tossing and turning, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil.
When will I get the gentle wind and drizzle to hold hands with you and sail to the end of the world?
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So what, a bit of YY white text. . Ambiguity is king, not romantic enough and beautiful enough. The plot is also very bloody. Sisters who smash bricks, please be gentle ^_^
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I tried to continue writing, only to find that... It turned out to be a bottleneck that caused a headshot!
Ah... Bamboo, ah gentleness... How could I be such a failure as a mother? . = =