I like such a blank sheet of paper.
No squares, no lines, no decorations.
It's just a blank sheet of paper.
I think the vicissitudes of time are washed away by snow.
Like the helplessness of the world being exposed to the sun
Through it
I can't see a trace of memory.
Nature also has no future.
Look at it.
Can't measure the weight of the mood.
The joys and sorrows are scattered in the horizon.
He is very ordinary.
Without aura and glory
Let alone pray for someone's love.
The beautiful world brushed it.
The feeling of being handsome has nothing to do with it.
but
Even if you don't love, don't be sad.
Because such a blank sheet of paper
Gave me inspiration, the inspiration of poetry.
Through Qian Shan.
-Even a tear
It also gives it unlimited imagination.
(leading the way)