First time posting. Let's take a look. You can take pictures whether you like it or not.
The style is a bit strange. = =. Because this is my first time writing. Whether it's a trap or not is yet to be determined. Write as you please.
Because I am in school, the update speed is as fast as a snail. A person's broomstick should be cherished.
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When I met him, it was the time when fireworks descended over the Yangtze River in March. Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, smoke and waves draw boats. The green mountains are surrounded by curling clouds and mist, and the orioles and swallows are singing everywhere, making it lively. The grass grows, orioles fly, and spring smoke blows over the embankment. The spring light is deep and the distant mountains are picturesque.
It has carved railings and jade bricks, and a golden curtain and a red palace. As soon as you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea. I am dressed in fine clothes and have red makeup on my temples. My sister's eyes are filled with the light of the lake, which is as bright as the moon and flowers. She always smiled lightly, with deep shadows under her flowing eyes, not revealing any emotions.
One inch becomes thousands of strands, but there are thousands of knots in my heart.
"As fate would have it, the man you love fell in love with me. Ruoli. Do you think my sister can't see it? I understand your deep love for him."
"Once, I suppressed my hatred for Mo Cheng, but you didn't make him happy. You hate me too, right? I can't make Chongguang happy either. We are no match for the ever-changing palm of fate."
"This is life. But now, for my child, I have to fight bravely. I can't let him make me regret for the rest of my life like Mo Cheng did. This is my own choice. For him, I will jump down even if it is hell."
It turns out that the end of the world is so close. On the horizon, the mournful cries of a few lone geese pierced the sky, their sad and slow sounds.