In the past year, the image of a woman has often appeared in my mind. She is not a beauty in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. She has beautiful hair and a gentle and jade-like charm in her bones. Her eyes were calm, indifferent, contemptuous, even empty. Maybe you don't know her like this, but in my heart she should be like this.
Purpose: to go to war for thousands of miles
