Talk about the mood of a woman who takes photos of her nakedness.

Time flies and sits still, the years are warm and cold, the years are in a hurry, and life is geometric. No matter how the years change, the vicissitudes of the years, the torrential rain and the feeling of life are all simple. You need to taste it slowly and release it quietly, write a simple note on the world of mortals, tell a misty rain story, keep the warmth in your heart and dilute the haze of the world of mortals.