The setting sun shines on the water under the leaves, making light waves sink thousands of miles away. The sour wind on the bridge hit my eyes. Stand for a long time and watch the city lights at dusk.
Under the cold window of the old house, I heard a few pieces of tung tree falling down. Not falling in love with single quilt comes up again and again. Does anyone know how to write a piece of paper for Mrs. Xiao?
She, "Ms. Xiao," had lived in this world for eighteen years, with half of her body injured by wind and rain.
The brothel oiran is nothing more than being trampled upon.
Painting Chunxiang Lord, but she only wants freedom in the world.
Fairness and justice are always the law of the jungle.
No one asked her where she came from, so she cherished her old dream.
No one asked her about her return journey, so she wrote her own spring.
When it snows in winter, spring comes.
She has porridge to warm, and she is independent at dusk.
Completely empty! ! ! !
Some of the officials, dynasties, systems and institutions I use are mixed.
Have fun looking at the text and pictures! ! !
Intention: A hundred years of life, and the years are suddenly over. Human beings are as insignificant as a mayfly in heaven and earth. Many things, after thinking about them, my heart is like a clear mirror, and I can walk and sing in this life.