The little national princess Jinwei raised her arms gracefully, and drew half an arc on her sleeves like a butterfly, as if she were holding her heart: "You see me in your eyes, but I am not as big as the clouds in the sea or the sparkling sunlight on the back of the fish in your eyes. I will no longer force you to lie drunk on the boat and experience all kinds of scenery." Sharpen your sword in private, you must be disgusted that my appearance is not beautiful enough, and my soul is not one in a million.
Yin Wei'an glanced at Jin Wei arrogantly, flicked his sleeves as if to leave, but under Jin Wei's eager gaze, he forced himself to bow his head and bow: " The moon in the cup, the wind on the sleeves, the bright scenery in the sea, nothing can compare to the various scenery in your eyes; I just don't want my charming little princess to be exposed to the scorching sun and the wind for me. "Who dares to let you suffer for such a spoiled child?"
Once the city was broken, she was blown away in the wind that had accumulated over the years. When she suddenly looked back, he was still there. She is his old illness, which cannot be eliminated and can only be kept silently in her heart; he is the one she once feared to avoid, and they were separated more than they were together, but they are gradually filling up.
Intention: This place of peace of mind is my hometown