The articles I wrote before were reprinted to commemorate them, and the style of writing has indeed changed a lot.
The sun is blinding.
Yu Lian covered her wet eyes. The sunlight must have been too dazzling, otherwise she wouldn't have been crying so much.
The shadows fell, and Yu Lian lowered his sleeves, feeling vaguely like an old friend.
The man in white held an umbrella, and a flower of the other side bloomed on his forehead, "Why don't you bring an umbrella when you go out? The festival sunshine is very fierce at this time."
He looked at the man and said nothing.
The man in white sighed, "You still refuse to forgive me."
Yu Lian grabbed the umbrella in his hand and took a few steps forward. When she turned around, thousands of spring flowers bloomed in the corners of her eyes.
Stare for a long time.