The willow tree outside the door is sprouting again.
Leaning half of his body out of the window, he stretched out his hand comfortably and waited for a response.
The breeze blew up the willow branches and occasionally brushed against the back of his hand.
No one will come back...
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"The prosperous scene of Han Dynasty... I really want to see it with my own eyes!"
"Okay... If you are willing, come with me..."
"Hey..."
The old body slowly stepped into the carriage. He gently lowered the car curtain. No more nostalgia.
There is no longer any echo in this desert.
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I had this delusion when I was listening to a Chinese class... No matter what the teacher said, I felt gay in gay. I found that my friend had the same opinion, so the two of us wrote this article together. So far there are only two stories [Lay, there will probably be more in the future...
Ps: Regarding a sentence, Li Bai's conscience will not hurt even if he feels sorry for Du Fu [x
By the way, I feel sorry for Sima Qian, but Li Ling's conscience will not hurt either [x