Walking leisurely in the distant night pavilion, the Qingming Festival has just passed, and I wake up early to feel the late spring. There is a few sounds of rain, the wind is about to stop, and the hazy moonlight clouds come and go. The peach and plum blossoms are hidden in the spring, who is on the swing, whispering in the smile. There are thousands of emotions in the heart, and there is no place to arrange it in the world.
30 Years ago,
Zhao Kuangyin: "Li Congjia, I like you."
30 Years later,
Li Yu: I have been tossed and turned all my life, spring has passed and autumn has come, and I still have not found my destination in the world. Are you still waiting for me?
Conception:
Wu
How can my son defeat me?