The day she fell in love with him. Not a sunny day, not a rainy day.
The place where she fell in love with him. It is not a luxurious and luxurious house, nor is it a rock garden filled with flowers.
She fell in love with her. Not gentle, not rough.
What she loves is the snow.
What she loves is the boat on the south of the Yangtze River.
What she loves is that light man.
Play and sing a Hanyi tune for you.
Please take my hand and take me away.
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The reason why I re-registered as an author to write articles is because I didn't want to be stressed about writing this time. I write not only to readers, but also to myself.
It doesn't matter if someone is watching or no one is watching. I want to write to myself, even though my writing skills are still very immature.
Write whatever you want. But it must be finished.