The solitary mountain is clear with clouds, and the water is dry with bitter lotus teeth and grass.
The little mulberry's shadow leaks into the window, and he sits in linen and looks at the full moon on the bank.
The weeping leaves of pine and artemisia are swaying in the wind, and I take a lantern to cross the boat halfway through Cai Bay.
I lean up and support the single pole, and when I have free time, I compose poems to make me happy.
In fact, it's a story about a girl with great martial arts skills who dumped a scumbag and got together with a loyal dog. Don't be deceived by the serious and shameful copywriting.
The author's mother is like this.
P. S: However, this is really a cool article that has no logic and relies entirely on the author's imagination (probably?) Orz