South of Qingchuan, north of Gucheng
A childhood memory
An old memory of an ancient city
Do you still remember if there was a young man on a moonlit night?
Or maybe it's a bright morning
He (she) stands under the blooming tea tree and smiles at you
You each choose a side of the tree
Looking up to the sky
No one said a word
I naively thought that I could capture the whole time like this
Then we looked at each other
Each looked at the clouds and headed west
You had a period of innocence south of Qingchuan and north of the old city
However
Deep in my memory,
Now there is nothing.
A collection of healing short stories about warm wounds,
Show you the flowers in the world.
Food guide:
1. Don't hit the author
2. The ending is tragic
3. The premise is that someone is watching (,,???,, )