beishaomen of memory

Eating river powder, holding a string of strings, humming a song, chatting about business, mood flying, smile like flowers, this moment of beautiful moment, there is no source, no return. At this moment, the memory is decorated into a shallow memory, which is as warm as the midnight stars in the dim light. I haven’t

Loneliness is also a kind of beauty

In the countryside, there is neither the city’s neon lights flashing, nor the noisy cars coming and going, let alone the crazy dance floor. ‘S only green hills and water flowers of Qing Ling and freely flowing style of leisure. I am obsessed with the quietness, purity and warmth in the mountains and fields. I