Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an. That year, the plum blossoms were jealous, and the man broke branches under the tree, making him all white. I couldn't help but step forward and brush the snow off the man's shoulders. Like an old acquaintance, the man smiled slightly and took my hand, thinking that he was going to leave for life. Just that one glance captivated my life. From then on, my river flowed for that person, endlessly. Whatever happened, it was the person who ended my crazy dream. I dreamed of Suhe, but I couldn't see Chang'an.
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