Love: He knelt down to you and said to the clouds outside the smoke that were beautiful all yesterday afternoon.
Love: I heard the story of a cloud fisherman by the Wuding River-beyond the bubble.
Zheng Chouyu: After traveling for 3,000 years, the cloud will eventually take off on the westernmost mountain-Sanskrit.
Zheng Chouyu: The anchor ring in the distance is like an intermittent bell, and the clouds float into the soft muddy water like small fish ... Night in the Harbor.
Zheng Chouyu: Landing there, I know, every cloud will kiss-"Go home".
Zheng Chouyu: The framed cloud was written on the trade wind, and I still have it-"Cao Feng".