
Notes on Fighting the Epidemic at Home
About This Novel
"Youth" The language of spring and the way summer is summer. No matter what, it is a kind of existence in the memory of the capital tonight. The lights cannot take away the stars in the sky. The green spring grass is mixed with the long and short of the passing years. Like the stagnant water of Weiming Lake, it seems to have stirred up ripples. The honor and disgrace of life seem so small in the long river of time, and seem so unattainable. No one will ask you where you come from and where you are going. Your heart is on fire and you move forward with bloated steps. There is no end or knot, just like two people in love have no right or wrong.
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Official(1)Scraped 12d ago
The writing is okay
When writing about reality, no one reads it. I always feel that the author can write about other genres.
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Community(0)
Official(1)Scraped 12d ago
The writing is okay
When writing about reality, no one reads it. I always feel that the author can write about other genres.









