Mourong
Lonely and desolate museums are closed with idle doors, and the moss paths are gloomy and there are few traces.
White madness, broken dust, green carpet falling.
High mountains and flowing water, Qinsan Lane, bright moon and breeze, a bottle of wine.
You don't have to talk about honor and disgrace in this life.
Sasha Vujacic's Fahua is full of health, and the outside is far-reaching and tired.
I like ghosts, but I don't like others. I feel sorry for knowing life. I don't want glory.
Leisure desire brings thoughts to Ling Tao. Who asked when Ma Qing got sick?
The poor living in the forest are willing to be trapped, and the city is unknown.