Take a break in the middle of the night and try a short, unpleasant and unpleasant article.
Just imagine there is such a person, her splashing ink and fine brushwork are all hers, and she has never been annihilated by the smoke and dust of paper rolls. Therefore, future generations have a heart of hope, admiration and yearning, imagining what the king of morning and dusk who had an empire looked like.
If I hear the Tao in the morning, I will die in the evening, let alone watch it all my life.
(There is no longer a female title label? What a pity.)
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