Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 85 (Between the Landscape)
In the ink, the clear spring is gushing, and the empty mountain is in front of the birds.

The stone under the streamside pavilion, the dew and frost on the leaves.

A hundred miles of smoke and clouds are flying, that is in the evening photo.

Shaking is endless, the new corolla is red.

Drinking wine alone in an empty building, the curtain is intoxicating.

The spring breeze does not wait for me, and enters the jungle first.

(End of this chapter)