Title:Ten years of Yingxiu
Description:When rosefinch rises, he does not think of three feet of emerald red, but asks for a hundred steps of willow green. The morning rises in nine days, and the evening falls in the spring. Not cold branches do not habitat, not quiet springs do not drink; barnyardgrass fall into the river, not to the sea to pay homage to the sun, only think of the scenery of the river. Life begins in the marketplace and death ends at the gate. It’s not the husband who doesn’t do it, it’s the hero who doesn’t hurt. Ten years of life and deathHow can I be a fisherman at bridgehead. Ask the thief God, what should be punished? Who should be rewarded?