Watching the Full Moon at Night While Leaning Against the Pavilion
by Zhuyou·
About This Novel
The speaker teaches the way; the writer writes the book . Xi Xiyun died, the past happened in a flash, I continued to write leisurely, old memories floated in the clouds, welling up in my mind, and written on paper Fate is the reason why all living beings gather together; fate is the reason why all living beings disperse. Destiny restrains my aspirations and bows down in heaven and earth. I no longer have the power to soar into the clouds. I pray for heaven's mercy and hope that my old friend will look back. I call myself Bamboo and my predecessor is You. I feel the autumn, thinking about high school for nearly half of the year, scribbling and memorizing Zhuyou's story, crying, weeping, whimpering, and endless hurt. I think about it day by day, dream about it at night, don't be afraid of it because it is far away, and don't encounter it because it is far away. My desire is to teach me to be the same for a hundred days.
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The words are full of broken emotions
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