The wind doesn't understand people's complaints and blows the stars all night long.
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Xu Chengyue grew up in Hangzhu. There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below. This sentence is true. The beautiful cities of Hangzhu in the south of the Yangtze River are well-deserved.
In fact, he asked his mother very early on why the word "Hang" does not appear in words other than "Hangzhu"?
Mom was squatting on the balcony smoking, and the scarlet fire spots were a little blurry in the night sky.
"Who said there is no such thing? You are too stupid."
Oh.
Later in junior high school, Xu Chengyue became obsessed with martial arts. But he couldn't read very profound words, so he held a hard-covered copy of "Dragon and the Eight Parts" to understand the world.
The teacher asked him, "Xiaoyue, do you understand?"
Xu Chengyue didn't dare to say, he only understood that Qiao Feng accidentally killed A'Zhu.
"I understand," he smiled, "Maybe I can't get what I asked for."
When he entered high school, he finally met a "Hang" other than "Hangzhu".
Hangyu, the surname is Hangxuan.
When we first met, he said this.
"Is your Hang the Hang of Hang Zhu?"
"Of course."
Hang Yu's eyebrows and eyes are curved, like orchids entering the water, and the light shines thousands of miles away.
"Do you know Duan Yu? His second character is the same as yours."
"I know, my dad likes watching Tian Long Ba Bu very much."
At that time, Xu Chengyue didn't know what it was to ask for something but not get it, but not love it enough. He was just a high school student.
In the winter of that year, a heavy snowfall in Hangzhu made the West Lake beautiful.
I learned it as early as junior high school. When Zhang Dai looked at the snow in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the sky and the earth were long, traces and grains scattered in the rolling red dust. It was the bright moon in his heart that had never left.
When it snows in West Lake, I will tell you the rest of the story.
[All content in this article is purely fictitious and has no prototypes]
Intention: I have nothing to say if I have to say it
