Listen to the River with a Pillow

I don't know where I am, only the stars in your eyes guide my future direction. Linjiangxian Yongping Road Middle Who misses me when I'm alone in a quilt? The cool rain is blowing at dawn. I was about to send the letter but then stopped. I was haggard, which made me even more sad. I used to remember that I got sick in March every year, but now I am sick in late autumn. The scenery of Lulong has a white head, in the smoke of the medicine stove, listening to the river with a pillow. Things about oneself, things about friends, things heard from hearsay, things made up randomly, things added up... Life is like a drama, I just want to write that paragraph, I hope it is the most exciting. New Pit: Soapstone