It is an ancient courtyard that has experienced a long period of loneliness.
The grass and trees that have grown up in disorder, and the stone lanterns from the early years were covered by dust at some point. The bright orange light in the dark night, the sparse and gradually sinking orange light, dissipated little by little in the chaotic and chaotic wind.
The black girl sat on the stone railing, holding her knees with her arms, her head hanging down every now and then, her long eyelashes gently covering and pulling down as if she was asleep, but her intermittent voices floated in a trance.
What's on the other side of the sky?
There once was such a person, a handsome young man with a graceful bearing and a princely elegance. He pointed at the highest and widest sky and said in a clear and radiant voice.
Above the sky above the sky is freedom.
Therefore, Wanqing must be the person closest to the sky.