Little guy
Xicheng Xiaolou is drunk and cold in autumn
, dreams of returning to the two dogs
of the king of Shenzong, the breeze blows down and the court is full of sorrow
, but the lonely feather is proud of
friends This is a story about a cultivator, the poet cried, and sang praises blindly.
A deep friendship is unforgettable, a green red dust is lamentable, a cold loneliness pierces, and a cruel world will live forever.
The world is ignorant, and the gods and ghosts are gone.
I'm forever waiting for the moment when he returns.
The next ...... In a thousand autumns, the moonlight, the wind, the cold rain hit the hem of the flying clothes, the spark burned with a faint light, reflected in the bright black pupils, no need to speak, I know, that's him, coming.
This is my word, and it has never changed since I met him. 【Expand】【Collapse】
