There is a bridge in everyone's heart. This side of the bridge is this life, and the other side of the bridge is the past life.
There is also a bridge in Xuan Wei's heart. The pomegranate flowers on the other side of the bridge are as red as fire, reflecting the dark and handsome smile of the young man. Even more noble. It's just that the bridge is too heavy now, Xuan Wei can't cross it, and she doesn't want to.
Under the laurel tree at this end of the bridge, the man's eyes are dark and dark, like a piano and water, entwined with this life.
At that time, you and I were close at hand, but my heart was far away.
Later, I finally learned how to love, but unfortunately you were already far away and disappeared into the sea of people.
In the end. . . . . . . What is love?
In a word, please leave more messages.
Only in this way can we have motivation
Ten years later, I came back and wrote a new article: "The Sound of Strings on the Clouds". I hope everyone will read it.
Intention: Grow together