I am a speck of dust floating from one end of the long river of history to the upper reaches. History can still develop according to its trajectory. But as a speck of dust that has not been washed away from all memories of the 21st century, what should I do if I settle here?
"Fu Rong is cold and aloof, others love her for being holy and white, but I would say that she is aloof and unapproachable. I prefer Begonia to be charming and charming. She is frivolous to me, and her beauty is to me. As long as I understand her goodness, no matter what others do, It has nothing to do with me. I won't bring you any tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce, or tea. From now on, I won't let you keep your jealousy to yourself. You are not the one I love, you are the one I love only after I vomited blood and dug out my heart.
I turned around and saw that Yan Lu was carrying a bamboo hat on his back, wearing a brown cloth short coat and a pair of blue-gray trousers underneath. His slender ankles were exposed from the rolled-up trouser legs. He had a pair of straw sandals casually hanging on his feet. He was smiling and hugging Yi An and Xiu Ji who were throwing themselves into his arms. Then he raised his head and said to me: "Amei, let's go home for dinner. "
"Zi Chuang, I'm getting married. My wife, she is nothing like you, and sometimes she is a bit like you. She doesn't know how to read and read, and she doesn't have your cleverness, but the way she looks at me is very much like you. Her cooking tastes better than yours, she has a better temper than you, and she is more diligent than you. She is almost a model of a good wife in the world. There is only one regret, she is not you. In the past few years, Yi'an often secretly wiped away his tears behind others' backs, and Xiuji even clamored to see you. Now I have gradually gotten used to living without you, but I have never let go of the thought of you. Every time I dream back in the dead of night, I always regret that you are missing from my pillow. "
Intention: