A long time ago, there would always be many different women walking happily from the wooden bridge, either looking at the flowers, or stopping to stay. During that uninhibited time, Song Dongyang's heart was busy, always ending one relationship in a hurry, and then quickly jumping into another relationship. Get acquainted, fresh, exciting, passionate, cool down, bored, break up. Over and over again, tirelessly squandering youth.
Now, thirty years later, the pavilion no longer has a small wooden bridge. People who want to come over can only look at it from a distance and can no longer take a step inside. Therefore, Song Dongyang had to wait. Because I don't know where the small wooden bridge leading to the pavilion went? In other words, the person who took away the small wooden bridge did not know where he went.
Pure fiction, the similarity is a coincidence.
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The emotional line is not very well written.
So, is this article mainly offensive or passive?
In the past, there was a crazy visitor, who called me an immortal.
The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods.
From then on, his reputation spread rapidly.
The literary talent is extremely rich and will be spread unparalleled.
The emotional line is not very well written.
So, is this article mainly offensive or passive?
In the past, there was a crazy visitor, who called me an immortal. The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. From then on, his reputation spread rapidly. The literary talent is extremely rich and will be spread unparalleled.
It's not enough, how about just a light touch?