The Natural Danger of Relics

In the world of books, there is a scholarly family. In the world of the family, there is talk but no intention. I think of myself beautifully, and there is an extra wei in the elixir I made. I didn't think of a name, so the words ran out involuntarily. An old man holding a cow sat under a tree, and a poor man fell on the tree. The old man crossed the bridge and waded in the water, in the Huaihe River in midsummer.