New Year is a time for gladness and rejoicing, because there is no class. We won’t forget you this holiday season.
On one intoxicating night, the wind gently blows through the willow; the chrysanthemum had bloomed for a long time. Where are you?
It is cold now. Do you put on more clothes?
Dogs are forbidden in the city. Does anyone harm you?
If you fall in love. Please tell me your life. Send me an E-mail. Show me your smile
You’re standing on the balcony, enjoying the hazy rain, and thinking of the bumpy year of 2010. When some water runs down into your lips, you get a taste of bitterness… Is it rain or tear?
You look up to find the answer. Oh, my God!
Whose clothing is dripping!
Best of luck in the New Year!