I opened my laptop, and a soft male voice humming a melody greeted my ears as it powered on. As the music flowed gently, a familiar scene flashed before my eyes:
In a garden, a breeze as fine as silk stirred an ancient banyan tree. Beneath it stood a serene figure, bathed in warm sunlight that fell in shimmering fragments around the Xiangye grass, dazzling the eye. Then the figure seemed to be carried by the wind through the deep shade of the ancient banyan, merging with the tree's dark green hues until it vanished from sight.
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Why doesn't the author write anymore? What a pity
Although it's a bit confusing, it's okay...
Well! I want to wish you well! It's not bad! Come on! Write better works for us to see!