Literary edition copy:
July month; the cold rain falling in the gap between seasons floats outside the curtain and fills the heart. That day, quietly, moistened the withered feelings.
At the end of the bridge; who hangs the setting sun on the branches of the years, swaying alone, speechless to the wind. This month, slowly, the fruitless waiting became deserted.
The face fades; the gurgling water dilutes the departing figure, the drizzle leaves the flowers idle, and the style is incomprehensible. This year, quietly, the mottled waiting collapsed.
Luo Yi; the woman who stays in the memory of that year is as quiet as poetry and as smart as words. This life, silently, haggard the pale youth.
General version copy:
She was naturally beautiful and impressed Beijing with her speeches, but fate always seemed to like to play tricks on her. In fact, what she wants is not a big one, just someone she can stay with for a long time, that's all!
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