The secluded grass blooms in the early spring, and is dimly covered in the urn. The peak is full of buds, and Qiong Yao arrives in a long time. The fragrance of pomegranate is cold and chilly, and the purple sky in the sky is intoxicating.
The world is unkind and regards all things as rotten dogs. Destiny is never something that can be controlled by oneself, but without a positive heart, no matter how fresh the heart is, it cannot escape the fate of rotting in the dust. Only those who do not accept their fate can climb high in this muddy world.
This is my first time writing an article, I just hope you can still read it. This article has been overhauled, and some chapters are locked because they have not been repaired.