I was bored and wanted to have something to remember thirty or fifty years later, so I decided to write a story about us with my friends, haha!
Both of us are super lazy. I write this just to commemorate it. It is a whim and may stop at any time, so~~~~~
Xie Chichun
The remaining cold is gone, the rain has passed, and the Qingming Festival has passed.
□The remaining red is collected, and the wind and marsh linger in new wrinkles.
Swallows pass through the courtyard, and flying catkins touch the sleeves.
When it's perfect, it's still late in the day.
It tastes amazing, as strong as wine.
Frequency shift brings eyes, empty and tired, tired and thin.
When you don't see it, you think about it; when you see it, you still think about it.
To ask how often we see each other, how can we stay together forever?
Heaven is not old, and people are not old.
And distribute this hatred to the willow in front of the court.
! ! ! Damn it, even Nalan Rongruo was not spared! !