-There was a time when the sea was difficult to deal with, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud-
Chi Yu seemed to have really met the person described in this poem. The little girl didn't know that such a guest was coming from Jiangnan.
The drizzle fell along the eaves, and the collected rainwater caused several ripples.
The man stood on the water, holding an umbrella, and bowed devoutly toward the ancestral hall. It was a place close to the light. The raindrops were lightly draped on the boy's body like scattered silver light, which was very beautiful.
I have written thousands of mountains, and it is you who put the pen down.
Intention: -Writing thousands of mountains, it's you who put the pen down-