Quinoa
The breeze is howling, but the rain is still coming. Morning and evening, falling flowers touch the clothes. Flowers dance in the world, showing enchantment. The past of Hua Shao is completely bent.
Recalling those days, it's hard to imagine, the sound of red makeup from ten miles away was overwhelming. The most magnificent Sophora japonica brew is a pity that no one has tasted it. Nowadays, Yi is just like the old days, drunk and fragrant with tears and wine from Huai Pavilion.
Under Bodhi, in the world of mortals, the years are vast.