The Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter I Walked with You
by Medill
About This Novel
If everyone's journey has an end, and if dullness is unavoidable, then you sing a song and set off. Every step you take will bring you a different scenery. When you reach the end, you are still ordinary and calm as water, but you have enjoyed the prosperity of half your life and sang all the way.
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Official(17)Scraped 17d ago
Sincere feelings
I like this kind of prose very much. Sometimes it's interesting, sometimes it's emotional. The writing style is also very good. It's worth reading.
Worth recommending
I like this kind of prose, it's very comfortable to read
Great book!
Very good prose, I like it!
Awesome, I like it so much
I like the style very much. Reading a book seems like reading about another life. The author is probably a very delicate person, good at observing the details of life.
autumn rain
It rains in autumn in your season. When I walked by, you were gone, but I was in winter
The person in my memory is gone
In time, there is also a person in my memory. We have always had a good relationship, but later we entered different universities and had little intersection in life. In the end, the contact was broken. Now that I think about it, I wonder how she is doing.
A life I like very much
What kind of life is that?
Like it very much
It's like prose and narrative, very nice
The chaotic four seasons, I live them seriously
Is that possible? ?
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Community(0)
Official(17)Scraped 17d ago
Sincere feelings
I like this kind of prose very much. Sometimes it's interesting, sometimes it's emotional. The writing style is also very good. It's worth reading.
Worth recommending
I like this kind of prose, it's very comfortable to read
Great book!
Very good prose, I like it!
Awesome, I like it so much
I like the style very much. Reading a book seems like reading about another life. The author is probably a very delicate person, good at observing the details of life.
autumn rain
It rains in autumn in your season. When I walked by, you were gone, but I was in winter
The person in my memory is gone
In time, there is also a person in my memory. We have always had a good relationship, but later we entered different universities and had little intersection in life. In the end, the contact was broken. Now that I think about it, I wonder how she is doing.
A life I like very much
What kind of life is that?
Like it very much
It's like prose and narrative, very nice
The chaotic four seasons, I live them seriously
Is that possible? ?
