Gradually new marks hang on the willows, light colors wear through the flowers, and the first silence is broken as promised.
There is a sense of reunion, and we worship deeply. Who do we meet on the fragrant path?
The thrush is not yet stable, the material is Su'e, but it still carries away the hatred.
The most lovely song, a small silver hook, hanging on the dowry in the cold autumn.
——Wang Yisun's "Mei Wu - New Moon"
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This is my first long article. Many years ago I took a pen and wrote it word by word. Later I borrowed a computer from everywhere and typed it in letter by letter.
Thinking about that time, although the writing was jerky and the story was dull, I was very happy.