Looking Back, Lost in Regret

Hello . I am a Vietnamese reader. Recently I happened to read your series "Looking Back and Feeling Wandered". After reading it, I really liked it. So I wanted to text you and ask. Can I translate your story into Vietnamese? I will publish in wordpress. I will record the source. It's really great, I love it. Thanks

Hello . I am a Vietnamese reader. Recently I happened to read your series "Looking Back and Feeling Wandered". After reading it, I really liked it. So I wanted to text you and ask. Can I translate your story into Vietnamese? I will publish in wordpress. I will record the source. It's really great, I love it. Thanks

Let me sigh, the writing is really great.

I don't know if anyone remembers that this is actually a fanfic of Kurama...

I should have seen it back then. It's more like an essay than a plot novel. It is not good to be too infatuated. People are happier seeking fame and fortune.

The writing is better than many writings now.

Nine Lives, why can't I give you a gift? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Looking at the dividing line, I would also like to sigh that it was actually written in 2003! ! The writing style is superb, wow, wow, wow, this was going to be a god at that time! Born many years before me! !

His harp is still placed where he played it for him; his people are buried beside the road where he returned. . As for the dead, there is no need to ask where their souls are.

"Looking back with a sense of loss" There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years. When the string is broken, it must be put back on. Even if the love is not perfect and cannot be continued, the string must be put back on, leaving a perfect thing to that person. Falling in love was the basis of lovesickness twice. For the first time, the third prince loved and mistrusted him. He was bullied because King Jing no longer protected him. He lived by staying with King Jing but could not get the most basic trust. In this way, he would be sick nine times a day. At that time, he was not even willing to renew Luo Ying's strings, nor was he willing to play any more music... Until the end of his life. With the help of the second time, the third prince left, and when King Jing's class teacher returned to the capital, everything had changed. The crimson color of the poinciana tree is no longer there, nor is the plain clothes and silver hair. You deserve to be left with only a plain piano and a period of regret. When you rob him and return to the palace, you can't hold him in your arms except for a threatening word; when you are in the beautiful tent, you can't ask him a promise that he won't let you down; when you see him walking away lonely during the banquet, you can't turn around and ask him, "But you?" Doing nothing but knowing that it suits your own needs is no less selfish than those scumbag attackers. It's a pity that Mr. Shui Yuehua's good writing style didn't make a gentle and perfect attack. After reading the article, you can jump out. They obviously had a very good past before - although the past was a bit rough and the friendship between gentlemen was a bit rough. These two people are elegant enough and beautiful enough; they are not sexy or pornographic; they are cruel to the heart but not to the body. So I guess we can't see the mouth even if the adults don't use the river crab device. (I just thought there was too much meat, so I came to eat green vegetables to change the taste. When I asked for articles in a certain bar, "Beautiful writing - the only requirement", then someone said, "Shui Yuehua's - also the clearest water." Oh, the original words.) The story is very typical, but the writing is beautiful. I didn't quite feel it at first, but as the characters matured, I would completely slow down with the rhythm of the writing. According to the rhythm of punctuation and paragraph division, I read slowly, slowly... Although the story is typical, I am not immune to such plots at all. As long as I watch it, I will cry no matter what. So I will never read unless I sit comfortably on the bed and have tissues within 2 meters. I stopped reading halfway through this article, and there were enough exaggerations at the end, so I couldn't help but cry (sweat.) I have already saved it to the author in case life becomes boring in the future. Adults are my thing. I am ashamed to say that I have not read other articles by adults - this is the first one. Judging from this article, you are Shou's biological mother and Gong's stepmother. The song brings back memories - I can guess the author's age - hehe. Mr. Shui will read my review - it's quite long. The beginning of this comment seems a bit contrived - looking at the sequelae of your article, it shows your contempt for me. If you're looking for writing style, you can't ask for word count. Thank you for your hard work, author. The 800-word reading report is completed.

Uncomfortable... [ Bursts into tears ] He doesn't know, he doesn't know either