The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver. When the wine is poured, it must be ten minutes full. Famous and vain, vain and hard work. Sighing in the gap,
Fire in stone, body in dream.
Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths? And Tao Tao is so happy and innocent, when will he go back and be a leisurely person. To a piano,
A pot of wine, a stream of clouds.
He just wants to be a wandering wild crane, not caring about worldly affairs, not disturbing the mortal world. But they just stuck with him. It seems that he will never want to live alone in this life...
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