[It takes a hundred springs for the body to die before the butterfly can forget about lovesickness.
Later she went to Nanjing again.
I walked alone along Wutong Avenue, watched the cherry blossoms blooming at Jiming Temple, and wrote a postcard in the Pioneer Bookstore.
[The dying butterfly met a kind-hearted person who shared a bit of the edge of his umbrella, thinking that it would be saved. But soon, he left again, and the butterfly finally died on that rainy day. ]
*Short story/BE
Note: It takes a hundred springs for the body to die before the butterfly can forget about lovesickness. Juyuan Network, intrusion and deletion.
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