All over the mountains are violets from Liujiang. The winter in the north is calm and the summer in the south is sunny. The sound of running water hits the stone shore, and the cold air thaws.
In my dream, I still entered the fairyland, fluttering lightly, ribbons flowing down the clouds, candles shining on mountains and rivers, living in the sunset, and the DC turning peak is close at hand;
Does the noise sound recent? The shadows in the distance sang and echoed, and the clear butterflies swayed and reloaded.
I wrote one myself, I hope I like it;