Spring returns to the deep courtyard, so flowers are flying, and begonias are scattered like catkins;
The early summer rain has a lingering green smoke, and the smoke locks the willows in the pond;
Where are the people's faces in Qiu Zhong? The beautiful house is in the autumn ruins;
At the beginning of the winter solstice, the snow locks are exquisite and the ice is like a frost lamp.
I used to think that life is like a season, there are too many variables, and the only way is to walk alone and arduously.
I still remember that after reading "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", I gently wrote this sentence on the paper: The lightness of life does not matter if it is unbearable. Time flies, and fate is full of twists and turns. Some people and some things are still there, but they are no longer their original appearance.
Everyone changes, so why did you swear so much in the first place?
Time is wasted, but the years are quiet. I stand at the center of time and watch the twists and turns of the road. It turns out that there is someone who has been waiting for me in my memories.
My dear
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PS: Don't be blinded by the introduction! !
This is a piece of shitty old-style writing! !
Wenwen entertains himself and brings his own lightning rod.