The glow is brilliant, the morning glow is like a dream, and the sky is full of clouds and brocades. A cloud, a poem, a thousand paintings at a glance, life is as bright as a star. The morning light is so beautiful, the sky is a mirror, and the morning glow reflects the love.
When we get lost in the river of material desires, will we still remember our original love?
Can those solemn vows withstand the passage of time?
When we are approaching old age, we suddenly look back and wonder what remains of everything in the past.
Is it a deep and lasting love, a drifting dust that goes by the wind, or a secret love that is bitter but sweet at first?
How many of us who are immersed in the world can understand what love is?
Author's note: Please don't jump to conclusions too quickly. After reading more than a dozen chapters, you will understand how beautiful first love is.
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