I have been living among bees and butterflies for ten years, and have been living in Huxiang for half my life.
Ten years ago, I dreamed of Hunan, and I was blocked from following the path I wanted to follow.
The willow color of the small building is not as deep as spring. The moon in Xiang leads to a painful moan. The green sleeves are cold in front of the wind. Afraid of coming. A few songs are connected to the heart of thousands of miles. "The Heart of a Thousand Miles Away/Reminiscing about Kings and Suns"
There is no need to indulge in thoughts about mountains, Xiangse and Qin Xiao have their own feelings.