Old town. Time. Old man.
The ground is paved with sweet-scented osmanthus deep in the foothills, and the remaining clouds of Changsha become beautiful in autumn.
Her voice was as soft as if she had just had sweet sugar on the tip of her tongue, and her soft voice became sticky with the moisture of the air.
——Xiaohua, when you grow up, you can be my bride.
The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old.
I still remember that I was young and my clothes were thin.
About the article:
①This is a recent article... I just finished it in November.
②Actually, this is a birthday congratulations to my wife who is four months late... Face covering.
③From September, when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in autumn, to November, which is now winter. A three-thousand-word essay that lasted two months.
④Actually, I don't know why it took so long to write this article. Including the time in the article, from spring to autumn.
⑤Hua Ye is indeed the most beautiful.
⑥Childhood sweethearts and so on are the most beautiful.
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