Xiaochongshan

Xiaochongshan Last night, the cicadas couldn't stop chirping, and I was startled back from my dream of thousands of miles away. It was already the third watch. Get up Walking around the stairs alone, no one is around, the moon is bright outside the window. The white head is a sign of fame, and the pines and bamboos in the old mountains are old, blocking the return journey. Desire to put things on one's mind Fu Yaoqin has few close friends, and no one will listen when the string breaks. Concept: group portrait