Same university, different life;
Same life, different university.
I don't have a plan, I'm just writing as I think about it. I will try my best to write it well, and I may revise it as I write. I also think that no one may come to see it, but it is just writing. It should be a wonderful thing to try something different!
I like this poem very much:
Yu Linling --Liu Yong
The cicadas are chilling, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent. In the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges her to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, she is speechless and choked. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?