Beyond the Great Wall

"How can the spring breeze explain the rain in the south of the Yangtze River..." He squeezed the space between his brows, and a bowl of black soup wet the painting on the table, blurring the ink on the rice paper.The painting is a spring day in the south of the Yangtze River, with birds singing for hundreds of miles and flowers blooming for thousands of miles.The painting was dirty, so he carefully folded it and threw it aside. "Shen..." He whispered, but he only bit his last name between his teeth and refused to continue.Changed to a clean one, and the tip of the brush danced briskly on the paper.He wrote sharply, Shen Wancong.Shen Wan Cong, Shen Wan Cong - Vermilion is like blood. "You said, you want me to repay the big mistakes made by my parents, so I did it, and we are both clean; now that I want to leave here, why do you refuse to let go?"He rushed towards the city where the man was staying overnight, but his words were all in his ears. "I remember the moon beyond the Great Wall, it was so bright and flawless..." Letting you go is a beautiful idea. "Meng Che, I liked you once." It's useless to say this. "But I found out later that I am all absurd." It is even more absurd for you to leave me like this to go beyond the Great Wall. "How can the spring breeze relieve the rain in the south of the Yangtze River..." How can the wind not understand the heart to relieve the rain. "Leave me alone."