Random thoughts
Godwa Zima
Qingming Festival is coming
Elderly people who cannot survive the cold winter lunar month die before Qingming Festival
I walk under the street lights of the small town
Look at the street lights and see the phantom of the blue sky
The lanterns come on and the figures are graceful
The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing
The atmosphere is almost brewing
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel desperate.
Looking north again
Unconsciously sigh
Time is a cup of passionate wine
There are crossbows, howling wolves, and a full moon.
Look northwest and shoot the Sirius!