You may fall in love with someone when you are a teenager. In other words, I like a kind of person. They will have similar eyebrows, similar smiles, similar personalities, similar habits, similar preferences and even similar flaws.
However, after searching through the forest and identifying countless sycamore trees, I was able to find my own sycamore tree.
Many things are specious after all.
——"The Wutong Leaves Have Not Fallen" Young Master Liyou
At the end of April, the day was scorching and there was still a bit of wind. Outside the window, the palm-sized leaves of the sycamore tree were glowing with light, rustling in the breeze, leaving behind the warm breath of late spring.
In just two weeks, the dry and rough branches were covered with lush greenery, swaying and falling with sweetness.
It's not that time flies by so fast, it's just that there are too many things and thoughts in my heart, and when entanglements arise, a lot of time is lost.
The faint fragrance of sycamore lingered around the two of them like a dream.
The whitening sunlight illuminates each other's clean and tranquil faces.
An Ran's humble abode was finally broken into by a young man's publicity. However, the young man always felt a little uneasy - if he didn't hold her tightly, she might run away, right?
About Song Xiaoxiao, uh, taking the initiative to show kindness. Well, that's what it means. "Wutong" address: http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=419801