Novels by Zhou Penghua
by Zhou Penghua
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Oh, my grass, my life, my burning blood runs wildly in the body of your soul and will never stop throughout your life. Now I really believe that there is a fate. One to five years ago, in such an accidental situation, our eyes met, just like two stars in the sky suddenly met, creating bright sparks. Will they scorch all the winter leaves and large tracts of dry grass left in the fields? Heaven will prove our suffering love. There is also the snow, the ice water, and the small garden that becomes extremely desolate in winter. In the garden is our small house covered with straw. Whenever late night comes, the surrounding fields are so quiet, with only dogs barking in the distance and a bunch of bright straw sleeping peacefully in the snow.
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