Langlang Qingtian insists on accepting the world.
Simple villages have traveled long distances for thousands of years.
Until this moment, I'm still practicing walking upright.
There is a skylight on the roof, just in time.
People who love trees all their lives bring axes.
Calmly cut down the surrounding thorns and vines.
The rest of the core formula is usually concise.
He opened the cupboard door that had been dusty for a long time.
Suddenly found the river that used to be.
Back off on a sharp plane.
A stranded pebble will never arrive.
The closer you get, the farther you get.
No one can speak the language he wants.
Only in the hardness and softness of wood
He can be attracted like a starry sky.
Steel and cement refused the long-lost warmth.
The village itself doesn't know how many people there are.
Need a steady stream of smoke and wood.
Ancestor sites carved in textures
So the huge sunset retreated behind the mountain peak.
So this road will lose a lonely person every day.
So birds don't line up when they fly across the sky.
Therefore, God said that there is not necessarily light when there is light.