Walking together among the mountains and rivers, listening to the entanglements of love and hate of others, and the hard-to-break grievances.
Holding a fan and an umbrella, I walked in the misty rain.
With a book in hand and a sword in hand, I pass through the years leisurely.
Leading a donkey and riding a horse, we walked through the chaos of this world.
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In fact, this is a small white article that is updated from time to time.
The story is received, and the guard is attacked. (Zhaoshi is an official position that specializes in collecting national anecdotes and folklore)
Maybe the main purpose is to tell the stories they collected together, some sweet, some sad, some beautiful, some romantic... Maybe. Of course, their story must be super sweet and super doting! ! ! (After all, I don't like knives either.)
Forgive me for being a senior in high school. The next year will definitely be very slow. (Kneel down)
Concept: one short story after another