[Art Picture Language] 2022.04.16 Tsing Yi Yuan Tian Xizi_

Red crispy hands, yellow wine, and willows all over the city's spring palace walls. The east wind is evil, and the joy is weak. Many years separated, my mind full of sorrow. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and shaggy. Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, the brocade book is difficult to support. Mo, Mo, Mo! .