He smiled bitterly, he couldn't control this life anymore, let alone the next life?
The moonlight is very good, and the south and north of the Yangtze River are reflected transparently. I don't know whose amorous young man composed a folk song, and it was so long that I could hear it——
Not in the midst of wine, sex and fireworks, not in the gentle waves of the spring water, not in the gentle singing on the street, not in the white clouds rising from the mountain tops, not in the side of longing for lovesickness since ancient times.
Someone asked: Where is that?
He smiled, as long as it was the right person, there was no need to ask where he was.
Conception: