The most willing to forget the ancient poems, the most dismissive is lovesickness. This is a love that is born of lust and dies of hatred, mixed with strong drunkenness and
The fragrance of flowers blooms slowly.
"Many years later, are you by my bedside? Will we go home together and open the doors and windows, look up at the sunset lighting up the cotton in the sky, and still have the long-awaited pair of
The eyes... Are condensed with the frost-like loneliness of autumn, just for a large dream bed. The deeper you go, the hazier you get. You can't see the misty mountains surrounded by clouds, which amazes your heart and soul. From
I will never come back, I will never ask about those many years ago, many years ago. "Xia Yanzhi read silently.
"And as you said, face the sea and watch the spring flowers bloom."