Xia Lan. The rain in early summer is called Xia Lan.
Xia Lan. The end of midsummer is called Xia Lan.
One is that it has not started yet but is already over.
One thought it was over, but was forced to start.
"I take you for real, how do you take me?"
"It's my business to like you, it's my business to be used by you, it's my business to leave or stay. Likewise, it's your business to dislike me, it's your business to use me, it's also your business to drive me away or keep me. We have nothing to do with each other."
"I wouldn't hate him. If it weren't for him, I would be dead."
"It's a joke... I never asked for it, so how can I be disappointed?"
There is a long and romantic life, and the best time is when you are a teenager. The willow trees were broken, and I couldn't bear to leave them. At that time, the flowers were blooming on the streets, and I was walking alone in a shallow boat.
Young beauty, young beauty, cut off a tree of fireworks. The smoke is rising from the cage, and I can't hear clearly the sad sound of the flute that year, as the sun sets above the building.
PS: Although this article was published under the name of Ming Ling Siyi, it is mainly responsible for it. After some time, Ling Yi may also write an independent article, but the style will be different.