If you don't care about your appearance, you prefer cold places. It has no roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world. Who can cherish Xie's mother after she leaves and wanders to the end of the world. The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sea is sandy.
The picturesque scenery of the country is no match for a little cinnabar between your brows.