The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
author：A touch of cold smoke
Between Sumire
The soul is like a mustard seed, and the eyes are rushing before dawn
Live like a year's travel
Dust for poetry and far away
The wind passed without a trace, and the longing eyes were so far away
The long river stands from tang poetry
Stepping through the lonely smoke of the desert
Flowers bloom on the other side at the ferry
I said far away you can't reach, the porcelain pieces of time
Break the cage of the oath
Everything was left behind, including the poetry manuscript of the adolescent grass
Reunite at the next intersection, as in the year
Speak in silence
——Went to Jinling for re-inspection but there was no harm. False alarm, over Qin Huai scattered memories!
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
The soul between Meru is like a mustard seed, the gaze rushes to spend the day before dawn like a year, the journey for poetry and the distant stepping on the air and dust wind have passed without a trace, and the longing eyes are so far away that the long river stands and breaks through the Tang poems
Large black clouds, twisting and pimple, rolled sharply, surging from behind the Dragon Mountain and Tiger Mountain standing on the edge of Horseshoe Bay, and the night sky with the stars and moon twinkling was tightly covered in an instant. In the dark...
