In the most beautiful years, I met the love of Yunjuan Yunshu. The rain falls like pear blossoms, and the snow blooms like crape myrtle. Half of the talent and half of the mortal world turn into half of memories. Youth is a practice that ends without illness. After all, in the time of poetry and wine, we gradually drift away and live like all living beings. Picking up half of the memories of the past, spending the rest of my life crushing into the towering practice...
Purpose: practice