Old branches of new bamboo, lonely smoke in the desert, autumn rain of parasol trees, palace walls and dangerous buildings.
Passers-by turn their heads, idiots give up their thoughts, thin lovers are hurt by love, and lovers cannot stay together.
A hard half-life struggle.
The road is full of hatred in the heart, and what you wish for is not what you get.
The confusion of the old country is the new sorrow.
Purpose: I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it ended up not being like a young man traveling.
