Zhang Wang

What are you looking forward to?

Apple is ripe

You are still 踌躇

You understand that no one has called your mother.

From that moment on

The world is already full of vicissitudes in your eyes.

You tear the yellow leaves desperately

But you are still 踌躇

You are still 踌躇

Apple is ripe

You are still 踌躇

You look at the house with your feet

Appreciate the happiness of a honey

Third day: Wanxia smoke