Eucalyptus grew up among the few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei. I read old books by the fast-flowing river in Mount Guoshan. I fell in the ethereal space of the Geng Geng River. I fell in love with the old Xu who wandered the rivers and lakes facing the Xiaoxiao and dusk rainy river sky.
He was like a breeze that could not make any ripples. He passed through the rugged road and turned into an ivy, rising along her forehead, just for his lover.
As time goes by, this hatred lasts forever. Because of the disputes, Eucalyptus finally did not wait for the old promise hidden in the valley in her pale world.
It's a place where old people live and die. She only left behind a longevity lock. "There is a cloud with the moon written on it."
Intention: Reminiscing about old travels and the desolate wind