"Kunshan jade is broken... The phoenix screams, the hibiscus weeps with dew... The fragrant orchid smiles"
"The public died crossing the river... What's wrong with him?"
When you mistakenly enter the world of Kong Hou Yin, can you still appreciate this poem appropriately?
Ps: The author is extremely timid and can only try to write infinite streams...
Intention: No matter what kind of world we are in, there is always heart-stopping beauty