The bright moon is in the sky, and the floating light reflects on the wall. The flowers under the wall bloomed silently, and the bright moonlight poured down, exuding a softness. The shadows of the flowers are dotted, and the flower branches are swaying gently.
This scene also needs a beautiful woman to match it.
When he was reading with an empty look on his face, when he was dancing with a sword with a fierce look on his face, when he was calm and composed, when he was shouting at the heaven and earth, when he was kind and humble, when he was violent and arrogant. . .
I can no longer tell which one is him.
My beauty.