It can be seen that the blue sky is washed and the waves are undulating.
Talking to yourself, mending yourself, surprised, wandering, penniless, running away.
Fingers prick the heart, eyes stare, eyes open wide, cheerful, amiable, sparkling and endless.
They came in droves, and Xanadu fell from the sky, dying, crying and swallowing the same boat.
Zhang Guan, Dai Li, so-so suddenly realized that the north wind was whistling and weather-beaten, and the drizzle was intermittent.
Haste, serious illness, new recovery, ups and downs, interdependence, anxiety, carelessness, reunion after a long separation.
Suffering from misfortune, deafening, fighting bloody battles, unwilling to lag behind, doing everything possible to travel long distances in distress and distress.
Swinging around without a trace, the microwave is shining, and one day the indissoluble bond on the other side of the ocean will be dark.
Watching stars do whatever they want, whispering and having nothing to say.