This is a backwater of despair.
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish?
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper should be green to emerald.
How many peach blossoms are rusted on the tin can?
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi.
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let stagnant water ferment a ditch of green wine
Filled with pearl foam
Little beads laugh into big beads.
And was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine.
A desperate backwater ditch
You can also be smart.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair.
This is definitely not the beauty.
It is better to let ugliness cultivate it.
Look at the world he created.