The Seven Laws lyrically
Text/Wang Baoxiang
Stinging small hidden horned dragon dive, splendid articles at your fingertips.
There is a sun and a moon in the text of the case, and green bamboo hangs a green curtain in front of the window.
Three thousand lonely poems, several degrees of vicissitudes fell on the tip of the pen.
Idle new tea chanting, laughing about the bitterness and sweetness of the world.