There is a person on the roof, sitting with his piano in his arms. The black hair is swaying and the clothes are fluttering. White feet, plain indigo shirt.
Playing the harp with your hands makes a sound like throwing jade. Wandering up, looping back and forth. It's so refreshing that it keeps turning over and over again.
The frost falls and the crows of the crows are heard in silence. The beauty of Lingqin is neither expensive nor stylish. Flowers bloom in another world, leaving fragrance and shaking red.
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Digression:
This article made me depressed, so I will write it more slowly.
I would like to thank Rupei for her continued support. We will finish writing this article just for you!
No one would read it anyway, so I just wrote it based on my mood.
Bow~Thank you everyone for clicking into the pit.
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Qin'er I drew by myself~ (People know that the head is too big...)
They are undergoing major renovations recently... Forgive me for blaming