When the wind blows, the long yellow sand buries the glory of a dynasty.
One day, I will disappear from this world, but at least, I know that I once existed.
When the autumn wind blows, blowing away the colorful flowers on the ground, the thin rain will fall from the sky, gently caressing the decaying dust, the cold touch carries a familiar breath, pouring out the sadness of traveling through time, I will savor the vicissitudes of the past years in the cold wind.
[The author has something to say]
You clearly know that no one will read essays written in this style of painting in Jinjiang, so why do you still post them?
Probably because... Even if she is a foot-picking female man, she can't stop her from pursuing literary and artistic styles~
Looking back on those days, I was also a person with lofty ambitions~ (such as becoming a world literary giant←_←
That's right! My journey is the stars and the sea! ! !
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