Dneig
@zhangxiaolong
The pen walks on a vast piece of paper, following the same path as the clouds. It seems that the beauty stored in the spinal cord and the emotions cherished between the ribs are shaking uneasily. I seem to hear the sound of a pastoral flute in a distant place, and my footsteps are following the melodious pastoral music. Those beautiful images jump along the nerves and flow through the blood.π
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