Yudian

Wedge The long evening Xiao carries emotions through the cold moonlight and shines on the lake. The lonely misty rain pavilion stands desolately on the incomplete bridge. The stagnant air around him was slightly strange, The cool evening breeze gently caressed my cheeks and suddenly became biting. At that moment, a ray of cold rain cut through the golden beam of light and poured down from the sky. In the misty rain building, the silhouettes of the surrounding green bamboos remain. A figure appeared and disappeared on the top of the building, holding a light yellow wine gourd gently in his hand, and his broad black robe clung to his body. His eyes were fixed on the green bamboo forest, as if he was scrutinizing something. Suddenly, a figure fell down on the tiles. He must have been too drunk and drunk.