I originally wanted to write a story about a man who is not bad but a woman who doesn't love him, but it ended up being an article about a woman looking back on her young love.
——In his memory, he was still climbing up, and the green and golden ivy and the scent of soy milk in the morning were floating and disappearing. She thought about it, and she didn't want to wipe the purple-patterned ashtray one more time.
Background of the Republic of China.
This is my winter vacation homework, but I thought it was pretty good, so I posted it.
Conception: