Everyone in "Nirvana in Fire" is thinking about the brightest young man in Jinling City, but he is the only one who calls him Changsu. I want to write about them in my eyes. "Every year since then, there have been rivers in spring, flowers in summer, and moonlit nights in autumn. There is no snow in winter. I still remember that when I was young, the manpower was overwhelming. The white-headed mandarin duck made an empty promise."
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