Tian Xinjiang
In the winter of recent years, a hundred flowers blossom on the island, the sound of the waves remains the same, the sand color remains the same, and the ancient villas are still charming. Dispersed the true qi, returned to the flood array, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the rocks shrugged.
What's the use of being lonely and not envious of others? I went my own way in the alley. Smart and treacherous, stupid and ignorant, this meaning is slightly better.