The red sun and the shadow of the west wind are lonely
Love from the past is not lost
As soon as I wake up...
The dream is empty, too hasty
Love from the past is not lost
Red leaves everywhere sweep the autumn breeze
Looking through the autumn water, he is the flower on the other side, the snow on the other side. No matter how much I trek and how much I search, it is just a wound, a slight pain. ------ Xia Jie
Too much helplessness is placed in front of us. After that moment, we are even sadder. When we see him again, we don't know what else to say. I forgot to hold the happiness a little tighter. -----Su Xiao
I was looking for the person in that story, and even though I was fascinated, I followed him all the way. The butterfly flew away from the village, jumped over the puddle, went around the small village, and then built a city out of mud. -----Wu Ma
I'm a newbie, my writing is not good, there are many shortcomings, I hope Haihan...