Plum blossoms (original) Seven absolute golden calyxes break the remnants of winter to welcome the sun, sparse branches and dance snow to stay proud. The cold wind and cold moon are gone, and the three lanes are red ink drifting. 2022.2.10 Written in Zhengzhou
Stop pretending, I'm tired for you. Some people you really have to be the pinnacle of facelessness. I thought you were a flower on the edge of the cliff, but later I learned that it was just a slag in the sea of people. You stare at me...