Hanshan Bamboo House, Qingjiang River
The quality of his voice is clear and clear, and to the ears, it is like the gardenias that are about to bloom but have not bloomed in the early summer in Hanshan - white and fragrant, not yet in full bloom, but still showing its youth.
The corners of her clothes were ruffled, and the jade between her brows was natural. She was calm and tired, and with just one glance, she knew that there would never be another one like her in this world!
It was Zhuoran who had swung all the red sand to the bottom of the river, and then smiled at the end of the forest and watched the blue clouds rising up.
Such two pairs of eyes, one is called clear and the other is blurred.
At the foot of the cold mountain, I sing a long song with you.