In 1722 I died. It's ridiculous to think about it. The dignified No. 1 Son of the capital, Eighteen Baylor, died young at the age of 18. Baylor Mansion has a population of one hundred and ninety-two, but no one sheds tears for me. Eighteen years of wisdom were ruined in the hands of a woman. It's ridiculous and pitiful. Life is only a matter of a moment, that is, you are born and then die, and you have to go back to where you came from. The last thing left is the silence under the loess.
Autumn 2010 An uninvited guest broke the peace of three hundred years and dug up secrets that had been buried for three hundred years from the grave. Love that defies heaven, our past and present lives.
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I'm powerless and don't know how to write a copy, so I'll just leave it at that. It's my first time trying to write a copy.
The front may be whiter, please understand. Those who read the article, please give your opinions, but please do not criticize me.
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