2020-11-19 22:38:51  作者:Photographic literature

Who planted plants in the world, so that the reclusive people moved, where the heart toward the falling leaves said not to go

They meet again in the broken wall, who is sad to be inserted in the wall

I haven't been to the lotus pond for a long time, and the moon is still withering. The lotus must be so skinny that its love stays in some hot summer afternoons when it is in full swing and the lake is gone

Its distance is doomed to walk less than half an acre is covered by thick leaves. It is willing to watch itself walk into a picture or a lens and freeze it into a black-and-white photo called 《 forever 》

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