I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the water of the Yangtze River together without seeing you.
When will this water stop? When did this hatred begin? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.
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The whole city is spinning, but I am always lonely as I go around. The noisy lights illuminate everything, even the night, but they cannot illuminate the loneliness in the palm of my hand...
A car accident sent me to a strange dynasty - the 16th year of Daqing, a time of war, where should I go...
When I embark on the journey of life again, happiness never has good intentions. Who is my beloved...
[This article is my first time writing a book. My writing style is not very good. Please give me your advice.]