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一蓑烟雨任平生
Do not listen to the sound of leaves rustling through the woods, why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo stick and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? With a raincoat, enjoy the smoke and rain throughout life. The cold spring breeze sobers people up, slightly cold, shining diagonally on the mountaintop. Looking back at desolate places, going home, neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.soft illumination, Impressionism, Traditional Chinese Ink painting, trending in Artstation --w 900 --h 2200
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/imagine prompt: The solitary smoke in the desert rises straight, and the long river sets in yen:: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
The drizzle soaked the time, luxuriant grass, year after year, and grow together with hate. Phoenix floor deep, how many things like smoke, sealed in memory. Looking at the bronze mirror decorated with Luan bird pattern, embroidered with mandarin duck brocade quilt, missing the past, heart-broken. Dream, the REINS, thousands of miles of drift, the soul back to the dream, I saw little Yang flowers, floating full embroidered bed. Heartless people ah, I half hid the lady, but you have been slow to come, the sunset, see live up to the beautiful scenery of three spring days, shed light tears a few lines.
he drizzle soaked the time, luxuriant grass, year after year, and grow together with hate. Phoenix floor deep, how many things like smoke, sealed in memory. Looking at the bronze mirror decorated with Luan bird pattern, embroidered with mandarin duck brocade quilt, missing the past, heart-broken. The red building, a hundred feet high, was facing the broad road. Dusk or early morning, there is always a light thunder outside the building. Beautiful beauty ah, lonely leaning against the building side of the appendix, bored the pedestrians on the road one by one count. In an instant, the car passed by, rolled up the dust, to the treetop. Alas, the pedestrians on the road and the women in the building, are imperceptibly old in this red dust. In the evening, a cold rain came from the west wind. In the Ming Dynasty, when the road is filled with water and water and sad. Dream, the REINS, thousands of miles of drift, the soul back to the dream, I saw little Yang flowers, floating full embroidered bed. Heartless people ah, I half hid the lady, but you have been slow to come, the sunset, see live up to the beautiful scenery of three spring days, shed light tears a few lines.
The drizzle soaked the time, luxuriant grass, year after year, and grow together with hate. Phoenix floor deep, how many things like smoke, sealed in memory. Looking at the bronze mirror decorated with Luan bird pattern, embroidered with mandarin duck brocade quilt, missing the past, heart-broken. The jackdaw, a sad scene. Only the pond willows give out tender green shoots, showing the tender situation. If it were not for the present personal suffering of parting sorrow and hatred, I would not believe that this world really can have a night of white things. From the gut, tears flow hard. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the small red house, clearly know the chaos of countless mountains, block the distance of the sky, but still can not help leaning on the railing, frequently stare.
An alien android sniper with a sniper rifle and helmet, in a pose, in the style of hauntingly beautiful illustrations, slender, cyberpunk manga, Black and grey, japanese prints, photobash, realist detail, Dense atmospheric, talismans, smoke, morbid, dark, very detailed, dense atmospheric, epic, dramatic, empty, creepy, photorealistic, hyperornate details
/imagine prompt: The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.:: Panorama, --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
/imagine prompt: Ancient China.The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river. :: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1