Peng Ling once thought that the rest of her life had been defined.
Surrounded by green mountains and surrounded by green water. The garden is filled with flowers and several rows of vegetables are planted.
Mist and clouds, starlight and moonlight. The fragrance of books and ink is strong, and the years are long.
Until I met Zhou Jingan.
He said: Over the past thirty years, there are only two things I can't let go of: mixing incense, and liking you.
Intention: Break the shackles and love what I love