The world has changed and become very strange
That night, the spring baskets were flowing, the wild Xiao Xiao lingered in the fence, and she sang a clear song that was gentle and ethereal.
That night, the drizzle was heavy and the mist was curling up. He let out a long sigh, mute and helpless.
Changchuan River Goose Ferry, the shadow is shining, the late autumn wind is rustling, the fire is still burning
I leave home and go to my home
The bright red blood, drop by drop, gradually blended into the moist earth, leaving no trace
My life experience, and the old grudges and new grudges
Is it really that important?
The yellowed letter was burned, along with the dust that had covered it for more than ten years.
I will follow in her footsteps...