Outside the rivers and lakes outside the Great Wall, there is snow, and I can still see a beautiful woman admiring the moon alone.
The green hair of the waterfall is flying, and the white shirt is eye-catching.
As soon as I look back, the beautiful face is blooming, the beautiful flowers are blooming, and the flowers are cold, and my young man is fascinated.
This is it? ! Why? ! At dusk, when the sun sets, the beautiful woman smiles, pulling people's soul, and he and she are drunk.