A miserable young man traveled through time and came to a happy family. He was born a god, had a promising future, and would eventually achieve success in his life. Who wouldn't love and admire him?
He really stopped crying when he was very young.
The strong light caused the silver smoke of the furnace, the cold sound of the plain grass and the jade pendant, it should be that the gods were drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces.
The gods disappeared for nine heavens, forgotten by all, and lamented by no one. When they were young, they were clothed in the clothes of the dead and lamented.
Intention: I failed to become the young man in my heart, my youth is about to pass away, and there will be no future. I want to leave a little innocence in my remaining youth, which can offset the regret. I hope that your youth will be colorful, and what you think in your heart is what you do with your hands, leaving no regrets. Every time I think about it, the emotions in my heart are not always the same.