There is no storm at the head of the river, and it is difficult to walk without people.
Cloth was dreamed in the autumn night, but in front of me, it was Wan. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. Before my eyes, I vaguely dreamed of Wan's figure.
Jiangtou is not a storm, and there is no place on earth that is difficult to go. :? The wind and waves on the river are not sinister, but the roads in the world are even more dangerous!