A Pure and Simple World Is Perfection

Preface to Orioles' Cry·On Comparison Hu Mugong Crisis, chaotic clouds cover the sun, and chaos is everywhere. Youth affairs, frequent exchanges of money, all the money is spent. In the prime of life, when driving a chariot, the red door is darker than the green clam. More shadows are glimpsed in the screen, and all the glitz is used as a ruler. The cocoon is bound by a thousand weights, and the ocean of desire is bounded by itself as a cage. After staying up all night, burning lights and stars, in exchange for an inch of land in front of the steps. The beauty in the mirror is filled with empty ink, while the content in the bag is filled with arrogance. When asked, can rushing around prevent the heart from wandering and eliminate worries? The country is in sight, the years are urging people, and there will always be time to ride. In the depths of Zhuxiang River, Mo Ruoxiang was arranging chess pieces, listening to the waves of the pines, and sitting and watching the rising clouds. Jade is planted in the spring border, rain is harvested on the autumn eaves, and half a roll of tea and cigarettes are used to write leisurely books. Laughter never fails, Butterfly Dream fascinates Zhuang Li. Most of the rest of life is like a dream in Jiaolu. How can the Sophora Kingdom allow a sound sleep? The waves are rippling and the moon is shining brightly, just like it was in ancient times and now. Let go and strive for strength and wisdom. The hair on the temples is no longer frightened, the skinny bones are still strong, why is it shameful to wear common clothes? The boat is stable when we return, the cold lamp can be close, and the canopy window also has a refreshing smell. But looking back, stars hang in the sky. Why ask more about Qingtong? A cigarette smoked the coop and the flavor of the Five Lakes.