Huai Jin holds Yu Xi, but he doesn't know what to do. The sky is clear, the dust is pure, and a wisp of clouds and jade seats remain.
I always remember Qiantang, the three hundred temples near the water and the mountains. I once traveled around the monk's room carrying my staff. Gossip makes me forget my worries.
In fact, it is a story about two people who look like mortal enemies, but are actually dead friends.
Intention: Study hard, make progress every day, and reach the peak of life