Loneliness is like the sound of bangzi at night.
Through the lover's dream
Chrysanthemum diagram of vibrating clothes slippers
Hanging on the window
The eaves were sprinkled with cold moonlight.
Like a woman in thin clothes and crisp autumn.
Wuxiang Houyedili
The shadow of a bunch of chrysanthemums
Light, light
As light as the first half of life.
One day, Ye Hanqing stayed in the mountains.
Yiguobanqiao
Look at the surrounding mountains and water.
Wu Fang realized that he was in a bonsai on his desk.
Leaves are green, leaves are green.
From then on, I never stepped on leaves again.
A little crunchy sound
It will also awaken this landscape dream.
That woman is singing.
Just in September.
It's faintly audible.