Copywriting
There is a poem that says: "The lost butterfly disappears without a trace at dawn and the dream sinks, and the cold fragrance closes the heart of the small courtyard.
"If you want to know how much spring there is on the lake, look at the willows in front of the building.
"I am relieved of my sorrow, and I am alone in pouring wine. A curtain of fragrant scenery and the swallows singing together."
"It is better to see the apricot blossoms under the setting sun, as a few east winds will make it cloudy in the evening. "
The wind blows through the flower fields, and the fragrances sway. The wind carries the forbidden fragrance and hits the beauty in red in the distance. The red dress is fluttering, and the beauty can be seen at a glance. She sang old songs in a low voice and fell into the world of mortals as a god.
He is a person who is willing to fall and has no regrets.
She came from the lonely world and sent her old body to Hanzhuo; she hid in the little butterfly garden and amazed all living beings while playing the strings of her harp; she returned triumphantly from the bloody battlefield and became a distinguished guest for a while; she also sank into the chaotic world and gradually fell into decline as everyone followed the rules...
Who laughs at a beautiful lady who sheds tears? After all the suffering, there is no more dream. The once bright and charming smile will turn into long water and wash away the dust of clothes.
"Goodbye. "
This is just a dream, he told himself, turning around and walking away in the opposite direction.
Attention/Demining
Abuse article, no CP, short story.
Intention: self-improvement
