Wish the wind a happy ending. Seven-character Tibetan poetry.

I hope people stay, not return.

The wind rustled and my eyes suddenly opened.

Every day used to be very long and the color was very light.

Yu Shouhua cried and everything was fine.

Knowing the sound is hard to win.

Opening an account is even white.

When you are drunk, you are better than when you wake up.

Quick beard and blackhead take Fang Bo.

Lott, Lott is back.