[Art Picture] 2021.06.30 Magnolia Quietly

The mountains are in front and the Yellow River is in the back. The cold north wind is blowing head-on. I can't move forward. I can't walk backward. Let the cold wind blow my heart, let the cold wind blow my heart. Pick up a bowl of wine and let the spirits pour into your heart, the wind laughs, the yellow sand walks and roars, the yellow sand fills your mouth and the eyes are empty, and you carry a bowl of wine fluttering away without looking back