Last night, the moon some round, some light. Changsha's night market bright lights. Unfamiliar faces, around flash across, such as leaves, such as notes. The life of the tides. In unknown premises, desires just ends, maybe just beginning.
Sun moon. Moonlight through the city night, gently stroked. Is constructing the road, temporarily impassability. Abandoned, did some originally straight longing. A secluded spot, night color can conceal some expressions.
Sun moon. Childhood is a fairy tale, the moon cannot reproduce.
The sun rises, in his right shoulder. The moon, rises in left shoulder.
I am just drink black tea, and carrying on white tea.
Long-term nest in black tea, and found the hometown of hunan an opportunity, came to white tea township, northern fujian town FuDing. I live in a tall, dark, both the sea breeze blows knock window, body, tall solitary person, quiet as leaves. This kind of situation, best tyo tea.
I drink tea, jiancheng habits, green red, sooner or later, a bubble. For several years, south tea north tea, brew, have the coarse mingyuan ready-to-drink, never fastidious, also somewhat enlightened, productive tea touch.
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