The drizzle and slanting wind make the morning cold, and the light smoke and sparse willow trees make the beach beautiful. The journey into Huaiqingluo is gradually long.
Snow foam and milk flowers float on the afternoon cup, and polygonum antler and artemisia bamboo shoots are served on the spring plate. The taste of the world is pure joy.
——Su Shi
He comes and goes like the wind, like clouds, and like flowing water.
She knocked on the door carefully and saw Ruohua open her door lightly.
The journey into Huai and Qingluo gradually became long, and I made a wonderful story.