"The mist and rain south of the Yangtze River are sad, and the spring is a dream in March.
Silk rain falls in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a gentle breeze in March. "
I wrote this short story very accidentally. It took me one morning and four professional classes. At first, it was just because I heard S. H. E's "Sauvignon Blanc". After a good friend read it, she actually shed tears, which I didn't expect. I didn't know that what I wrote would one day move people. Although it is really not a mature work, I would like more friends to share it and give me more opinions so that I can continue to grow here.