[Art Picture Language] 2022.11.04 I feel old and take a bite of Liangpi

Since then, the sound and dust have been quiet, and the spring mountains are like black grass and smoke. Tears add to Wu Yuan's third watch rain, and hate makes the post booth sleep all night. You have a blue bird to say goodbye, and talk about Jinse's fleeting years. When he gets off, he makes a slight mistake, and after a thousand turns, he only feels sorry for himself. .