Library

Another masterpiece after "Nine Levels of Remaining Life". I'm silent now, sitting down feeling miserable. The idle clouds are gloomy, and the sudden rain has not yet fallen; The night is like a deep sea, and the stars are like a vast desert; Relying on the building, the dry pond is still full of flowers in the past. When mist and rain come, let's talk about wine; Who in the previous dynasty was granted the title of Marquis again? I just sigh that such a good time cannot be left behind.