Although the old mountain is here, it doesn't matter, and I want to spend the late spring in Chang'an.
Are the clouds of sunshine and rain in my memory still at peace now?
Yusu held a silk umbrella painted with unknown patterns and walked on the winding path.
Even though so long has passed, even though they have gone their separate ways now, she still can't bear to forget the snow-like pear blossoms in her memory, and a light-colored figure walking towards her among the petals flying in the sky.
It was the happiness and nightmare of her life, intertwined and entangled in her heart.
A pear tree, a stream of moon, I wonder who tonight... Belongs to?
This is a jointly written article that tells the emotional story of a brother and sister.
Short story, dual perspectives, the writing style of both authors is very distinctive, and it is easy to distinguish them o(╯□╰)o
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So, this is my first time here, so please give me your advice =w=
p. S. Although we are well prepared for being knocked down, please pay attention to the wording when bidding o(╯□╰)oThank you very much
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Author of this article: Que Ying Sui, Pinellia ternata