Listen to a piece of wind, draw two figures, say you are lucky to meet you

-- I think it's boring today. I think about something and write something. I just want to write it down.

I wrote a book on paper, followed by two lines in sequence. If you are a butterfly, you can see it slowly. If you write a pen in your hand, if you are thinking. Slowly and slowly, I know what happens to a teenager.

Just as Dapeng is full of wings, how can we envy the Zhuyu opera pond pool.

Willow Leaf, light blow, breeze over, a few lines clear. Like the wind blowing willow leaves, if the willow leaves look for the wind, the wind is just like, leaves the root and dry, When the wind leaves, how to let the green leaves dry, not the wind to think, the row is not a leaf.

May it be a breeze that leaves the branches, and leaves the branches. You can have a beautiful view. The breeze is over, and the greenery remains green.

 

Listen to a piece of wind, draw two figures, say you are lucky to meet you