Jiangnan sky, misty rain boat. The moon in the flower pond is exquisite and bitter.
It's like the mirror world is overturned.
Broken leaves repair wounds, and reincarnation buries memories.
Under the glazed moon in the wandering night, fine tears flowed, caressing the obscure flowers in front of and under the moon.
There was a young man, Mu Xia, who was fascinated by painting Yan.
Come to carve wood paintings.
It is called "Wood Painting Jiangnan".
Turn off the lights and rest for now.