passes through the forest that covers the sky and reflects on the stone steps.
The bell rang loudly from the temple on the mountainside.
The short stone statues of Buddha on both sides stretched to the end of the road.
Two knives guarded Shiro at one end.
Are you... an adult?
assassin?
The sword was returned to its sheath, the bird returned to the forest, and the Buddha shed dark red tears.
Xia's midnight
knife is whispering and the wind is howling.
A hot spring poured over her.
White face stained with red face.
The paper umbrella that fell to the ground turned with the wind.
The cool rain wiped away the blush on his face.
Peach's face and peach's lips.
You let me see blood and rain.
The autumn sunset
breeze knocks the purple wind chimes under the eaves.
Doors are open on all sides.
Outside the door is a vast expanse of madder yellow.
A few ducks flew by occasionally.
The cry swayed in the slow wind.
I sat on the floor by the door with my feet dangling.
She was holding on to the door.
In the early morning of winter,
a stick of wood opened the window.
Birds in the bamboo forest chirped happily.
The white plum fragrance was mixed with the cold wind.
Next to the stake at the door I played the crisp sound of chopping wood.
She went out to stretch.
So you got up early?
The weather is dry, and the firewood is easy to split.
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