Listening

Time, like light and shadow flashing, fleeting years like water, years, and secretly alienated, flowers fall, full of dust listening to the wind! The flowing water listens to the wind, and tends to walk in the everlasting journey of life. The years are too short. The strangers of Qingping and SangYu are those that have […]

Spring

Last year, I was busy coming and going, and I traveled to Xiaoxiang in the cold spring. Low flying green shore and plum rain, they went into the red building to pick up apricot beams. I can see the shallow water in the idle inkstone and the mud fragrance in the fallen flower path. No […]