A wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze, and a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place. The embroidered silk clouds hide the lamps and candles, and the osmanthus flowing light is soaked in the gauze.
When will we know each other when we miss each other? For twenty years, the mandarin ducks will fly without their companions. The old residence in Tangshan was even more sad. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.