Yan Zhe
My sister left, leaving an address.
Yan Zhe hates tobacco more than aging, disease and death.
Yu Yinzhi asked Yan Zhe: "Is there any smoke?"
But Yu Yinzhi looks so pure, clean and healthy, Yan Zhe doesn't understand why he smokes.
It was spring again, and in Room 111, the moss on the walls began to grow, and the morning glory outside the window began to spread. The wind rises and stops, the rain falls and the rain stops, some people live and some die.
Can we find what our hearts long for?
Perhaps time will bring us the best answer.
To the blue sky, green earth, my childhood, our fairy tales, and the heart that never fades.
Highlight: There is a pair of lilies, the two sisters who are attacking and receiving, and be
Intention: Harmonious coexistence between man and nature