[Art Picture Language] 2021.09.09 No vulgar thoughts and little warmth

The spring tour is mighty, and it is the season of pear blossoms every year and cold food. The white brocade has no pattern and is fragrant, and the jade tree is full of snow. The quiet night is sinking, the light is hazy, the cold soaking melts the moon. In the heaven on earth, the rotten silver clouds shine through. He looks like a real person, with a graceful appearance and a high-spirited spirit. Whoever believes in Wanhua is not in the same row as Qunfang. The heroic spirit is clear, the immortal material is Zhuluo, and it is difficult to distinguish under the soil. When Yaotai returns, Dong Tianfang can see it clearly.