"If you are a helpless gull, then I will be your island"
"You are Chi Zhongyu, I am Xiaodao Yun"
When I was a child, the cold and warm fronts converged, causing the continuous rainy season to envelope Jiang Yun.
The whole world of Yi, then the heavy snow reached the knees, and the chill penetrated into the bones
Marrow, she didn't want to escape, rolling in the mud of the village in the city until
The boy under the streetlight stretched out his hand and told her
"Next year the mountains will be filled with sunflowers"
Intention: Mend the broken pieces through experience, and slowly grow stronger in the wind and rain