Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Until the seventh day, a dove flew in from the north. He took a tube from the dove's leg, unfolded the letter, and smiled.,This is a picturesque small mountain. It's not very tall, but it's ethereal and beautiful, especially in the morning when there are wisps of mist that seem to dance, giving one the feeling of being in a fairyland.,Fu Zi Mo walked in front, she followed behind him. After about half a cup of tea, they arrived at a clearing on the mountainside. The clearing was filled with peach trees. The flowers had not yet bloomed, but there were sprigs of new green on the branches, filling one with hope for the future when they would blossom.。