Thousands of neon, day thinking about this platonic warm harbor. Nowadays, the blue sky here is no longer the old beauty, and the water is no longer the old one. Look at it: What is the bleak picture of black gas toxic smoke and unscrupulous madness in the sky, people, do you understand something?
Broken bowel in the horizon
A ruthless flood has claimed the lives of several people. The sandstorms that have been raging once and for all have destroyed countless beautiful cities, the intensification of soil erosion, the madness of mudslides, and the chaos of carbon dioxide. How can this situation not make people cut their livers? Is it ruthless to remind people? Still be wary that you should be aware of protecting your home? If you borrow the bricks and walls of the Great Wall early to start the iron tower in your heart, use the waterfall of Huangguoshu to open the tea in your heart and wash your brain, perhaps.
This is the saddest thing, people, do you understand something?
Going back and blowing out the lights, there are countless worries in my heart. The moon is still alive, the river is surging, and the waves are rolling. And wait for me to quietly enter the dream, in this Xiaofeng remnant month, on the Qiantang boat, and then talk to Mr. Ma Zhiyuan about this sad scene.