Count the willow branches in the severe winter, and fill in warm words in front of the stove with frozen hands.
Guizhou donkeys have no new ideas, and scratching their ears and cheeks can't make poetry.
?Outside the window is another scene, Xuejun dancing wildly, Ren Meizhi,
Leaning on the railing and gazing at the place where it used to be, the dazed soul suddenly fell into the pool of dreams. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com