[The poets and Confucian scholars all have white heads, and the music, poetry, and laughter will come from the future.
Moqin Literary Society
In Jiuyou Continent, strength is respected...
The storm is rising, and the undercurrent is surging...
The blue clothes are unstained when the silt comes out, and the flowers fall everywhere and return silently.
"Senior Sister Feng, are you afraid?"
He smiled evilly, "Afraid? How could it be? Sure enough, the little guy still needs the protection of senior sister..."
The fragrance of green and clear elixirs spreads far away, and the leaves are healed without any scars.
"Silence, be careful!"
"Tch, boring, boring gourd... I say, smile more!"
The estrangement is cool and the sadness is gone in summer, and the world between you and the world is green and lush.
"Young Master Lan, are you ready to die?"
The clothes are fluttering, and there is no wind. "Since God has failed me today, why should I repay you with kindness?"
I don't care in this world...
I don't care about life or death...
I just want you to be the same as you are in my memory...
In my memory, I am as free and free as the wind.
Intention: friendship