It looks like the present and the past.
Autumn cicadas in dreams. Langya is like the present and the ancient.
In some corners, things are replaced by people.
Borrow the vast Yi River to salvage the once lost poetry and wine years.
Look back at a bay of river.
Reflect the moonlight that brings wine and talk.
The one you want to keep.
It's like yourself thousands of years ago.
As far as the eye can see, it is spring.
Junqing chases the sun. Spring, a word that people yearn for.
Curled up in the long winter nights.
I often have wonderful fantasies, eating and laughing.
As far as I could see, the spring landscape grew larger.
All vocabulary.
Bright, gentle, clear.
Bright, lush, vibrant.
So much so that it is warm and fragrant.
One by one are placed in.
Under the moonlight of this early spring.
In the deepest part of this cold night, I see.
Stiff dreams are stirring in the wind.
Those unknown or well-known animals began.
Ordinary people can't guess the code words, quietly.
Unbridled. What I knew, I couldn't have imagined.
are quietly changing, struggling to grow.
The courage to break through the ground.
In the distance, the thunder is about to be awakened.
As far as the eye can see, it is spring.
Morning light.
Li Linliang. Birdsong, pecking through layers of darkness.
Starry stealth in the grass.
Cooking smoke, slowly kicking off a new prelude.
A bag for a rest at the station.
Keep your eyes peeled and whistle your way out.
The flame of dreams.
Erupting from the heart.
The wings of the river soar upward.
Ride through the mountains.
With lightning, take refuge in the turbulent sea singing.
I embrace the light of this faith.
Accept purgatory on earth.
Overlooking the vastness, open up the vastness of life.