The wind that never passed passed through the hall, and the spring breeze was as long as weeds.
The wind is tired and clings to the earth, not following the young man running barefoot.
Fortunately, the wounds in my heart were able to find a place to vent and grow wildly, sprouting a bunch of ears of wheat.
"Zhang Zehuan."
The man recalled his name again, as if it was before, and there were only green buds and him in front of him.
"Jin Yu, you are my lover."
Jin was like a stranger but also a familiar passerby. They were not the only ones who met and then passed by in a hurry.
Intention: Learn to work hard, strive hard, and love boldly