Being able to walk with Rufeng is a gentleness that I can never hope to achieve in my life.
Swing your sleeves and drink up the turbid yet mellow glutinous rice.
With a majestic air, he sat down to play a cold and sparse song called "Jing Zhong Ci".
The wind blows over the water, and you can enjoy a pot of good tea quietly.
A look back, a figure, a guqin
Close your eyes and hear the sound of the guqin in your ears that sounds like waves crashing on the shore in the hazy time.
When I opened my eyes, he was sitting in front of me wearing a suit and holding a newspaper. He looked up at me.
I don't know who you are
But you've been waiting for me, right?
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