Qingshanjian

In those years, when Chen Jiu came down from Qingshan, he was still wearing a high ponytail. In those years, the sun was always bright and bright, and clouds were floating in the clear sky. Chen Duo walked, swaying and jumping, and the scabbard flapped around her waist, making a soft fluttering sound from time to time. She put on new clothes and walked from one official road to another, never thinking that she would be remembered by anyone. She just kept walking until she was very, very far away.