Qingpingle sighs at the twenty-seventh day of March, the ice and fire people tremble, sighing at the frost and wind and the sun, have you ever danced the wind and clouds?

The master's heart has long been undecided, where is the stubbornness? But he looked at the wind and clouds quietly, and there were thousands of traces. Smiling at the wind and clouds, looking for business, what is the meaning of the master?

I didn't cry ghosts. The body and mind gradually drifted away, and the past was looked back on, only to wake up like a dream, and dance in the hazy drunk.

3 May 2016

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