"You really don't want what she left for you?"
"Why don't you want it?" The boy grabbed the peach blossom umbrella, hugged it tightly in his arms, and murmured softly, "But what I want... Is just her!"
The peach blossom umbrella gave off bursts of fragrance. The boy sniffed it carefully, and a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye, shining with a strange light.
In front of the dressing table, a young woman with her hair in a woman's bun was arranging the already yellowed letter hidden in the secret compartment at the bottom of the dressing box.
She has not left the boudoir, but she is already a woman.
In the mountain stream, a three-inch herring was wandering lazily, with thin wings growing on the back of its fins. Sometimes it floated down the river to the city along the coast, where it could see all kinds of things in the world and taste the taste of the world.
The white butterflies closely follow it and never leave.
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Intention: The prosperity of the world must be experienced with heart