The love that penetrates deep into the bones is only because of his gentle glance, but it cannot be defeated by the walls of "courage" and "secularity". Lonely flowers bloomed all around. A lifetime of forbearance and willingness to keep watch in the wheat fields.
When the suffocating pain gnawed at her soul like a poisonous snake, she would always close her eyes and comfort herself, "There are many people in this world who have the same forbearance as herself, so she is not alone, and then burst into tears..."
However, how many people can understand what kind of forbearance and helplessness this is?
A drop of tears can't be counted, which is the vicissitudes of the world.
The taste of orange peel has become an eternal memory.