The first time I lived in such a strange room, there were also water features rockery ancient wood ceramics, Dun Hou Pastoral, I can't help but think that Zeng Guofan once said: The highest realm of being a man is nothing more than holding a simple and humble!
Dust off. Look back
The clouds turn white, and the waves rise;
Boundless and empty
Spread a smile, like an echo
Left behind in my tracks.
From the cold beiming
I have a long back and long claws
Still lingering on the wetness of last night;
When the dream finally wakes up——
The haze was lifted, and it was a hundred feet of thunder.
Yesterday has sunk,
Even the snow tears of the fish people dried up;
Leaping Oh, my heart is in the cold
Gao Han is the big bottom eye
I was the moment when my eyes were unobstructed.
Not to pursue, but to pursue
Not beyond, but beyond
The clouds were tired, and there was a wind to hold on
The wind is tired, and there is a sea support
The sea is tired? Tired of?
Flying as the end
It still has to stop at flying.