The moon first shines on the mountains, and the wind moves the water first.
Just like the sound of cicadas in the early morning, it reaches the ears of idlers first.
As soon as I hear it, I feel sad, and then I hear my hometown.
The sound of cicadas in Weishang Village sounded similar at first.
Who listens to Hengmen? In the locust flower at dusk.
"Xiao Huazhi, say you like me, okay?" A certain locust flower demon hugged the little person in its arms and smiled evilly.
The little man held his head and thought hard for a long time, frowning, "But, people prefer fried locust flower cakes~ What do you think the cakes made from these thousand-year-old locust flowers will taste like?"