The wind and frost have not yet come to corrode
The autumn rain has not yet fallen
The green season has left me again
I am already tall, not worried or afraid
Right now
the most beautiful moment
The heavy door is locked
behind the fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus' thoughts
You who have no chance
Either it's too early or it's
too late
——Xi Murong Lian's thoughts
The autumn jasmine has bloomed in midsummer, leaving only a desolate fold in autumn.
This is Jiang Xia's life.
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