This is not a time-travel story, and I plan to write three of them. If you are tired from walking and want to stop and take a rest, you might as well come in and read this story of mine, which may give you a different feeling.
One bowl will soothe your throat, two bowls will break the loneliness
Three bowls of dried intestines, only five thousand volumes of text
Four bowls of sweating, all the uneven things in life are dispersed into the pores.
The five bowls clear the muscles and bones, and the six bowls clear the spirits.
You can't eat even seven bowls……
I just feel wind blowing in my armpits.
Penglai Mountain, where is it?
Tamakawako. Taking advantage of this sentiment, I want to go back. …