(It is said that the ambition is soaring, but the cloud has no ambition, and wanders with the wind. The wind carries the cloud without words. The idle cloud and the wild crane are your real heart song. In the vast blue sky, everywhere is the station of your soul.)
? Yuwen stays quiet and remains red, wandering in the garden and listening to the sound of clouds.
The hooded tree contains smoke and white clouds, and you like to gather and disperse without a final shape.
?Dancing chicly and gracefully in heavy attire, streams are elegant and free.
The wind and clouds are scattered in all directions, and the white clouds are eternal. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com