When the lotus leaves grow, spring hates them; when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them.
I know that my body and my love will always be there, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.
On a whim two days ago, I originally wanted to write a story based on the four great female poets of the Tang Dynasty. Then for some reason, I opened the information on Qinhuai Ba Yan. Finally... I decided to write a story with Zhang Juzheng as the male protagonist.
Concept: Pampas grass is as tough as silk, and rock has no transference.