Non-permissions care

It was deep in the night, the wind and rain were rustling, the lightning tore off the wounds of the night, and the whole building was flickering with vicissitudes, like the relics of distant ancient times, experiencing countless ups and downs. In such a night, the insects in the grass were scared to be dumb

The taste of life

I knew Xi Murong very early, but I didn’t read her books carefully. I read her poems by accident, which made me read them several times. She was so delicate and quiet, it is also so acute. Just like the mountain breeze in the morning, it blows across your face and stings your heart that