At most, it is the usual indifference.
Is a rare favorite.
The loneliest. Wanderer.
Only the eyes and the heart are one.
A peak that suddenly appeared behind the corner.
That is a long-term and fresh motivation.
Magnificent and majestic
Inexplicable touching and tears.
Yang Shan is a lush conifer and shrub.
Mixed with clusters of peach blossoms.
And golden spring.
The shade on one side is still a bleak dead wood.
The creator likes sunshine and mountains.
Sophora japonica is still a black face.
I can't guess the splendor after three days.
I know
Beekeepers' hives are there every year.
That little red clearing by the mountain road.
A journey with company is not lonely.
The old scene in my eyes glows with spring.
There is a peach garden in the mountains, and chickens and dogs hear each other.
The sound of motor is sparse, and the song of birds reaches the valley.
It's like Shun ploughing in the dust and wind of Mount Li.
I must sit in Gan Yuan's field of vision and sing.
Calm and unrestrained in comfort and drunkenness.
Most importantly, the dazzling rape bed.