[YWW.ME] 2024.11.06 The little Su Su born in the dream of Qi Luo

The evening sails are scattered, the mountains are far away, the waves still shine, the old red medicine. The bright moon in the south is slightly cold, and the clear horn is heard in the cold night. Ten years of dreams are just like the tide here. The song ends and the people are gone, in the mist, I look back at the Twenty-Four Bridges.