When I was eight years old, I secretly looked in the mirror and realized that I could already draw eyebrows. When I was ten years old, I went on an outing with hibiscus as my skirt. Twelve, I learned to play the zither, but I never took off my silver armor. Sixteen relatives are hidden in the fourteenth year, and they are still unmarried. Fifteen, weeping in the spring breeze, swinging under the back. ——Li Shangyin's "Untitled"
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Just after I came back from the hall, I heard the news that the author Jun had finished the novel. Very good, it's been a long time since someone played with my glassy emotions like this. Brothers, pick up our kitchen knives and do not hunt down the author until he regrets it and returns. Brothers, rush
Just after I came back from the hall, I heard the news that the author Jun had finished the novel. Very good, it's been a long time since someone played with my glassy emotions like this. Brothers, pick up our kitchen knives and do not hunt down the author until he regrets it and returns. Brothers, rush