June·july·august
by Li Chunping
About This Novel
Don't think that I am ugly, don't think that I am rustic, don't think that I am not good at speaking, and don't think that I carry the earthy smell of the Qinba Mountains around me. I look at the world through the eyes of a poet. As long as there is some poetry in the world, I can grab it and penetrate it into all kinds of colors. Nothing else is good, that's all I have. Therefore, my friends who deal with me increasingly feel that I am a decent person and that I am a smart and trustworthy person. They like to treat me like old wine. This is how old wine tastes to me. Being happy with friends is one of the most basic pleasures in life. So I take it very seriously. However, it won't work as soon as June enters. The children have a happy festival and leave all their troubles and paleness to the adults. Life is like a piece of dry land, not to mention that it cannot grow good crops, and even grass does not grow.
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