Qiu Weiyang
The beautiful wings of the birds migrate to the south, and the lonely posture of the fish looks up to the heaven.
The wind drowned the dust, and there was a thick sound of exhalation in the air
Only the camphor tree is still smiling, these dark green tenacious lives. In the past, it repeatedly endured someone's likes. In the past, it swayed someone's happiness or sadness in the wind.
I saw her clear eyes, carrying pure youth and pupils as dark as night.
Seeing his lowered eyebrows, he said softly, "You are not allowed to like me."
Because I like you so much, you are not allowed to like me.