There is no one who smokes on the jade, only
"Shame" on the smoke on the jade
A person's loneliness is no different from a piece of grass
When some things gradually fade away
The wind blows and the grass moves, I believe the grass is real
The wind is nothingness
Except for doing some nothingness< /p>
We still have to accept the dust and shadows
The magnificent rain
What is shameful is the days of mud and sand
I still fantasize Two thatched houses, three acres of paddy fields, gentle breeze and drizzle
Endless love