Dust Light

If I could share the beauty here with you, we would know each other through life and death. I only hope that your thoughts will be remembered by me, and I only hope that your thoughts will go home with me. It's a pity that the spring breeze doesn't think about your thoughts, and the autumn rain doesn't understand your feelings. Finally, I hope to find a peach land to stay with you, and hold my son in the blue sky until my head grows old. Author's column, welcome to visit ★ The nest of ink marks ☆ #favorite_1{color:#DC143C; font-weight: bold; border-style: double;}