Glazed tiles, red brick walls. April is full of beauty in this world.
There are layers of palace walls, layers of thick tiles. The carved railings and jade walls were magnificent, but in Su Tian's eyes it was not as good as that thatched house many years ago.
Su Tian stood at the door of the Weixin Palace. In front of him was a long alley with no end in sight. Inside the door were ruthless vegetation. This year's peach blossoms were blooming more prosperously than that one, but he couldn't find the mood he felt that year. That's right, the high-ranking king in the Golden Palace had not been here for ten years.
Su Tian was tired from standing, so she entered the open vermilion door without closing the door, moved a chaise longue, placed it diagonally opposite the door, put on her clothes and lay down. Sleepy in spring, tired in autumn and dozing off in summer. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep. In a daze, I seemed to see the bright yellow clothes of the man, which seemed real but not real, seemed fake but not fake.