The blood-colored eyes are deep, and the blue kite has a wingspan of three thousand feet. How can one resolve the knot in one's heart in this life? The wind grows in two armpits. Gathering and dispersing, life and death are determined, and the arrival of spirits is as vague as clouds. It's like the west wind blowing hard all night and the trees withering. It's because the lingering winter snow has not gone away. Who wakes up first from a big dream?
It is difficult to cross the mountain, even if it is a ragged coat, it will pass away in three rivers. A sudden wave of sadness passed away, and the clouds were born and the waves disappeared. I wonder if the flowers in the forest are still the same, the wind and rain are as dark as before, let's not talk about the past. How can I stop thinking about the poor trees in the south? How can we join hands and become more like before? The moon is full of wine and the wine is in the bottle.
Beautiful cover of this book. . Welcome to poke. . .
I will post some of the articles in my notebook "Huan Kong" first to seek opinions. .
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