Summer of melancholy

After knocking the keyboard for several hours, the neck and shoulders were sleepy and sour. It was already summer, and the sweater on my body still couldn’t resist the cold of the room. Standing on the balcony and looking at it, the sky was gray, and the mountains on the opposite side were somewhat melancholy

Love Hate Yangzhou

More than twenty years ago, I began to hear Yangzhou’s fame in the poem that fireworks went to Yangzhou in March. Six years ago, I went to Yangzhou from the distant Inner Mongolia in September when the fragrance of osmanthus was fragrant. Six years ago, 1.1 point like Yangzhou, love on the ancient city; Now,