In this colorful world, I am alone, and what I dream of is the natural artistic conception that falls out of the flowers and smiles.

In the field of hope, embrace the passing wind with open arms and let it brush my hair, which is cool, comfortable, quiet and warm.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. I don't know if Mr. Wu Liu has looked around in the mountains and hesitated. He will be immortal, with idyllic poems and a peaceful mind.

Hehe, I hope I can help you ~