At that time, I thought that as time went on, there would be people working hand in hand, and the flowers would flourish.
Looking back many years later, I realize how frivolous and frivolous the young man was.
Those rugged roads were walked together one by one with lanterns.
It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
A story about being lost has nothing to do with the ferry in the end. It ends with a bang, and then the scenery becomes calm at any time.
Hello and good night.
Campus style, half relaxed and half dark route, clear water, slow heat.
The first draft was published under the name Qili.
Well, that's it.