The lights have gone out, and the residual flowers are just incense. A pillow-two dancing rains, fell on the window. Hearing this, my heart sank! Before the new moon sets, the morning glow is born, in the foggy sky-a morning star flies away in the clouds like avoiding the skylight. What a difficult journey! See here-my heart is soft! Snow is like a silver sea, and mountain wind is like a raging tide-such separation! I don't know who to send away from the rumble of cars outside the mountain. Hearing this, my heart sank!
This letter of encouragement is sent to those tired and careless people! It backfired! The book is in hand, the lake is sleeping and the stars are growing. See this time, my heart is soft!
-1 92412, Castle Peak.