It's probably been more than a year since I've written, and I feel as if I'm illiterate, which makes me very sad.
Changing careers has become a dowry for self-comfort. Until one day, I tried to write ancient lyrics after a year's absence.
It was a failure in writing lyrics, but I was proud of my self-made copywriting.
I shouldn't be able to sing that song, but I can't let go of that copywriting.
The husband's signature reads: Come to Yishan Villa and pray for death.
Feng Qianqiu finally returned to Laiyi Villa. The husband said: Qianqiu, look, this garden is full of peach blossoms, and this year it will be full of laughter again.
Feng Tingshu's ending is a foregone conclusion. Now, as if to repay a debt, I go back and tell stories about the past.
It suddenly occurred to me that Cheng Lingsu, my favorite character written by Jin Yong, is like this.
I don't know what kind of writing style it will develop into in the future. I just hope that I can keep making things up.
This way, they won't die.
It's a pity,
Young people are old in the world, and they are no longer young today.