The light rain flies sideways, and the monochromatic mist envelops the sadness in my heart.
Who is beating the vast Qin Yun in the rain? That shrill voice penetrated deep into my mind. A line of clear tears slid down the old man's wrinkled face. The slender grass is leaning on it, which is the shaking of new life. The dark gray tomb and the curling green smoke have long been extinguished by the drizzle.
My child, do you remember your smile at this time last year?
The old man staggered and cried, and touched the head of the grave with his hand, and stayed there for a long time...
The birds are flying in the distance, and behind the rickets, the faint road is gradually getting further and further away.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
