The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze is full of dew.
If I hadn't seen him in the jade mountains, I would have seen him under the moonlight at Yaotai.
Same love, different results.
Faced with such an ending, I can only sigh.
Some things cannot be perfect.
Eye-catching
This is a short story written by the author, Jun, who was in the sixth grade of elementary school to practice writing. Struck? What does it have to do with me?
Conception: