I painted a picture here and spent half my life sketching a pair of eyebrows.
"Lingxiu, did you say that the flowers under the south embankment of the city are red?" Wu Qiu held up his pen, and the cinnabar dyed the tip of the pen into a strange flower.
"Yeah, it's red." Shen Lingxiu raised his eyes and saw a ray of sunset leaking through the dilapidated window eaves.
Always, red in my heart.
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The manuscript is being saved and will not be updated.
There is no original shape or geographical background. The year is the beginning of the 21st century, but there may still be some things that are not in line with the times. It is my own imagination. I just want to enjoy it and study it in depth.
Intention: the pursuit of beauty.