I opened the lonely old drawer and saw the poems you wrote again. I opened the melancholy lines of poetry and read your clear eyes again. Those are the words we exchanged many years ago, and they have gradually turned yellow as the years go by. Every sentence you wrote at that time is still sung softly in distant memories.
That winter we looked at the sky, and a bird spread its wings. You said you were like a fallen tree in winter, and I was like a bird flying across the wilderness. Your pale face reflects the flying snow, and your longing gaze has traveled through many years. Our affairs are still in the gap of time, condensed into silent ice.
Where can I go to find a place like this, where minutes and seconds will no longer fly; where can I go to treasure the light of encounter and let your poems sing in winter...
A pure and beautiful past event destined to a lifetime of entanglement and infatuation. Six years later, they met again. She was an ordinary freshman, and he was a brilliant and famous debater. What's even more depressing is that the relationship between them is actually...
A novel that shows the sweetness of life's difficult love, a novel that shows the charm of debate, and a novel that brings tears of laughter. If you don't like Chinese, don't come in! Those looking for excitement should not enter. This story is purely fictional, please do not take it personally! ! !