If life is like a big river, that is pride; if life is like a distant mountain, that is persistence; if life is like a poem, that is talent.
But her life now is like a painting, a really beautiful painting, as beautiful as a bastard, so beautiful that she wants to curse.
A pool of sunset, two shadows, three steps, and four poplar trees beside the pool.
Shen Enyi remembers the big roc spreading its wings against the red bed and the white wall in brother Ye Feng's room, and remembers the chicken flying on the road with its wings and crow. Remember the golden sun and sunflowers in summer. I remember the crystal rain of grapes, the shyness of butterflies kissing flowers, and the love and foolish words of all things in the world.
At the same time, she also remembered the afterglow in front of her.
Jane City, as long as we have love in our hearts, it is a city of light!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
