Tang Bai Juyi
There is no companion in front of the bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chickens.
At first, I bowed my head for fear that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.
When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming.
What do you think when the wind blows? Looking forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.