The Ground Is Full of Sorrow and No One Can Save It

That day while chatting in the group, someone said, "How about we write an article together?" I laughed, "This can be possible..." So we found Nalan Rongruo's "Poppy Poppies (Walking on an Autumn Eve)". Everyone chose their favorite as the title of the novel, and then the following text came into being... "The land is full of sorrow and no one cares about it" by Tanga "Dewy Langgan Shadow" by General Master "The leisurely steps are even more desolate" by Sixteen "The moonlight of the old days is still in Xiaoxiang" by Brother Liu http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=1387609 "Being sentimental is tiring to be sentimental" by Mengyu "Qu Qu Rou Intestine" by Gui Shuiyu http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=1386077 "The blurred characters on the red paper facing the wall" by Zi Qingye http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=1390453 "Remembering and stroking hands in front of a common lamp is the book of Yi" by Chi Xiaoxi Intention: