From him, a jade flute swayed across the sky, white clouds flew across the sky, and he blew countless reds.
When he was a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses, he wore red lotus and feather clothes, his sword dance was too weak, and he was silent and sad all his life.
In that battle, thousands of miles of Changsha disrupted the world. You shed tears and scolded the way of heaven. The red lotus and red flames burned in the Eight Cold Hell.
At that moment, I was blood-stained and furious fighting against the mountains and seas, my arrows were stabbing my heart and I fell into the abyss. When I closed my eyes, I no longer had a smile on my face.
Alas, I wrote to ask questions, but who can tell the dream after half a volume of the book...
Over the years, I hear the rain and the bells ring slowly. Whoever plays the absurd into a great absurdity, my way of absurdity is very absurd. Therefore, playing in the rain on the balcony becomes a book without words!
Intention: Whoever acts absurd as a big absurd, my way of absurdity is even more absurd. Therefore, when you go up to the balcony to play in the rain, it becomes a book without words.