There is a kind of love, which is just a habit of trivial worldly things, but a meal, a drink, a peck, the branches and vines are entangled, and they cannot be separated.
There is a kind of loyalty, which is just the persistence of guarding silently. However, every step forward and every step back, one journey at a time, we are in the same clothes as my son, and we have never forgotten each other.
At that time, the dusty days, dusty nights, dusty years and waves are rushing towards the eyes,
Green mountains and clear water,
What slowly recedes with lowered heads and eyebrows is the silent song, the wordless poem, the tearless loneliness and desolation...
Don't be sad because parting is born,
In his year, will there be an unpredictable reunion?
Let you fly again in the flames, like a rose blooming in spring, gorgeous...
I have only saved a little bit of writing, and putting it out is a kind of encouragement. Time always flies so fast, leaving no words behind, as if it has never lived. Update frequency 1-2 times/week. This article will add V under special circumstances, so please be careful when jumping into the trap.
I love you so much for whatever traces you have left, and I hope you will continue to support me as always.
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