Mortal Ferocity

The small garden is quiet by the green lake, and one can read hundreds of years of vicissitudes. In the summer, the green bamboo is ringing, and in the winter, the snow is pleasant; during the day, the red mirror patrols the sky and at night. People's livelihood is most remembered after the strong wind, and the world's affairs are often remembered before the drizzle. Roll the moonlight through the south window, and devote your whole life to Cangqian.

The views and discussion of Xianfan in this chapter are inspired by the up owner of Station B (I am a Zongzi) called "Isn't Xianxia not good-looking!" It's already dead! The video work, thanks hereby.