The farewell letter Li Baizhou is empty.
From the last few days to Meixianwu, Huajing, Peach Blossom at dusk, back to the ten-mile painting screen of Lu You Zhou Hang.
Ending ink:
A few days before the end of the year, I had a long sentence, the land is windy and the fields are like ink.
Ink start:
Li Bai and Mo Chi fly out of the northern grilled fish.