Piaomiaolu

The new moon hangs on the curtain hook, and I lean alone against the dangerous building and think endlessly. Several times the setting sun has illuminated the willows, and there is a lingering sadness about the painting building. Everyone is sad at the end of the world, looking back timidly at the clouds and mountains. Destiny and calamity are closely intertwined, but Xiuxiu turns out to be life and death.