The fading grass is even and clear in the evening, half of the city is colored with willows and half of it is playing a flute. It is in vain to turn green wax into red jade. The whole house is dressed and no one remembers each other.
He and she met in the best years, but everything was just a dream that was far away from the past.
The two radicals among the students back then are now the warlord's wife and the warlord's adjutant.
She watched him get on the boat safely, closed her eyes leisurely, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. Unconsciously, I thought of his face, everything about him, and that I still didn't know his name, and my heart ached.
She closed her eyes gently. She was tired, and she thought that when she woke up, she might meet him again. This time, she must ask his name, she must hold him coquettishly and say, she has slept for too long, she has waited for too long. She wanted all of this to never be a dream that was far away.
I was too lazy to write copy, so I pieced it all together >
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