Library

The smoke cage is cold, the moon cage is sand, and restaurants are everywhere in Qinhuai for ten miles. He wears black hair and a belt to pretend to be a man, leaving nothing to waste his time. He is upright, reading ancient books is comparable to a man's Polygala, his mind is clear, and he keeps the words of the saints in mind. Wandering far away, traveling around the world to see clearly the sorrows of the world, going through vicissitudes of life, and being burdened with thousands of love debts. Old hatred and sorrow, full of pink tears suddenly entered the soft intestines, the palace walls are locked, and there is no loneliness to talk to. Love is hard to break, yesterday's oath of friendship is still in my ears, my heart has not changed, I dare to break the prison and pursue freedom.