[Art Picture Language] 2023.02.04 Mengdu Zhizhiqi

The sparse shadows and slanting lanterns reflect your face. When will I pull up my black hair again, and my old dreams will come back to haunt me. Love and hate are rising again, the moon is bright and the clouds are gone. Thousands of mountains and rivers, it turns out that my heart is moved by just one glance, but it is the first sight that lingers. Fireflies fill the sky like fire, repeatedly touching my heartstrings and dreaming away my obsessions. .