Walking alone on the piano
Maybe I will think of tiles, silk, sunshine and
Unfiltered rice wine
He unfolded his body into a clean knife.
Cut beautiful apples.
So the bug was liberated.
Interpreting autumn with a broken posture
A bunch of yellow flowers collected from the silent mountain forest
One hand was sent to the grave of bodian.
Holding a new lover in the other hand.
Turn around, the dust in the ancient west wind.
Duckweed derailed separately.
A person who is tired of weaknesses and fables
Draw a sad picture
At this point, who is holding the magic lamp?
Who is the most confused and painful person?
There will always be some shadows that cannot be illuminated.
Just like any cruel butcher.
There are always regrets when facing the object.
But regret can't avoid winter.
Since winter indicates reincarnation, what about spring?
It seems a little redundant.
Idle, lazy
Walk. Woodpeckers are full of sounds.
I can't find it anywhere
This mountain forest is very empty
There are so many pink twigs.
An ambiguous smile
Looking deep, the root of stamens is
Clean and juicy
Under the blue curtain
Girlfriend's elastic young body
A white cloud is jumping around.
She picked up a straw and blew it out.
Cheerful whistle
I met him.
Small bridges and flowing water, smooth pebbles
A meadow dyed red with five colors of wild flowers.
Pick up a stone pier and sit down.
The wind blows in waves, and it's a little cold.
Interlock your fingers and watch you return to Hong.