Library

The sky is clear with tiles, glazed eaves, jade windows, where winter flowers fall, and green willows leap on the curtains. White sand road, golden autumn pond, white snow horses, footprints, green waves lapping the branches. Cicada organza, hesitant paintings, nine-star sword, seclusion at the end of the world, watching the sunset alone on the fence. The white tiger's autumn sword leans against the end of the world, and the blue waves and Huangquan bathe the beautiful hair. A few swords cut through the wind and emotions, and the youth is retrieved halfway.