Dust

Dielianhua Ni Lu smiled helplessly in the dangerous light, her marriage was in the mirror, her appearance was full of labor and swallows, she was worried about the sudden rain, and her soul died early with thunder and lightning. The wind blows, the clouds bloom and finally shine, the setting sun is full of weeping blood, soaked in fragrant grass, speechless and dreaming back to a young age, wandering together with emotions.