Luo Yan Hu does not return

Copywriting·Pretending to be a model Life is like a journey against the road, and all generations are passers-by.Young and frivolous, he tends to travel to the Tiger Mountain, the yellow sand is washed away, and those who come at the end of the dawn cannot be chased, and gradually forget the world of mortals.Looking at things among the flowers with a cold eye, laughing and talking about loneliness, hiding in nature, who would want to rejuvenate with pride, every time thousands of miles away, the heart remains the same, lovesickness and destiny, my love, I only hope that the old people know.