During that time, I fell in love with Sanmao's words like a man possessed, and I felt the deep pain in her soul, "... I am a born loser. Your genius is not your weapon, so what can I challenge myself with?... We impatiently look forward to another spring, another summer, always thinking that the hoped-for luck is delayed. In fact, we don't understand that what we long for is just to return to the first existence, and we are just longing for our own death and dissolution."
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I accidentally discovered an article written a long time ago. I also read "The Rainy Season Will Never Come Again" recently. The writing is so delicate, I wish both the author and Zhen well. [Three-flowered cat head]
I accidentally discovered an article written a long time ago. I also read "The Rainy Season Will Never Come Again" recently. The writing is so delicate, I wish both the author and Zhen well. [Three-flowered cat head]