The Last Love
by Stony Ground
About This Novel
There was an umbrella that had been holding out for a long time but refused to be closed when the rain stopped. There was a bouquet of flowers that I had smelled for a long time and refused to throw away even when it withered. There is a kind of friendship that I hope will last forever. Even if my black hair turns gray, I can still keep it in my heart. Reading this classic again will still stir up the sparks of cherishment in my heart, and bring out the beauty of a warm and brilliant life. A tree seed had been buried under the earthen pot for some time. In her daze, she suddenly heard a very slight popping sound. She was suddenly inspired by the sound of the same kind, and began to try to break out of the darkness day and night. Her efforts were not in vain. At the end of the spring, she finally bit a crack in the jar and pushed out a bright yellow leaf.
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