On beauty

There are idlers in the Lu, there are three thousand and strangers under the door, and they are all in one place.

One day, the hole traveled with the 32nd. And the wilderness, see the white Ding Sanwu scattered together if you talk about it, or the clothing can not be sewed and smashed. Very different, go alone. It is known that there is beauty. Among them, the fluent words are out of the way, and they are unbearable.

Right: "I don't know."

Hey: "I don't know what is ugly, why is it beautiful?" That is to go, everyone is different, and retreat.