I still remember how every snowflake fell and how every snow lotus bloomed on the once sacred mulberry-free land. I remember how my passionate soul stared at the boundless white and felt the glory of rebirth.
I hope someone can live a simple and happy life. What I don't have, you can have.
There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and he looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.