The rainy season was frequent that year, and the cicadas were chirping noisily. The noisy sound filled the summer that was not his.
In front of that tombstone, he poured a pot of wine and made a wish to the non-existent god.
"Pouring wine and God, please turn your eyes gently. The scorching sun in the world adds ink, and the setting sun gently touches the painting."
Ling Yi is lightly dyed, the redeemed person clears the fog, looking for the loneliness buried secretly. The heavy rain behind the wind chanting flowers will finally cleanse the world. The stars on the land fall into the painting, twinkling and blooming, reflecting his smile.
Purpose: commemorate the shadow of the past