'If you don't miss lovesickness in your life, you will miss lovesickness, and it will harm lovesickness. The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the breath is like a gossamer thread.'
I wanted to write this article because I was stopped by the words above.
Then a vague picture appeared in my mind:
When I was young and didn't know what it was like to be sad, my smile was as bright as the scorching sun, and I took it for granted that we were together for the rest of my life. However, time flies and the beautiful woman has changed her mind, so the sentimentality is finally tired by the ruthlessness, and the ruthlessness is hurt by the sentimentality.
If at this time, we all go back to the place where we first met, to that scorching peach blossom forest, where things and people have changed, what will it be like?
Therefore, this is destined to be an abuse article. Moreover, it is an abusive text that abuses the heart more than the body. (I haven't learned how to write body abuse essays yet, but I'm working hard on it, ahem...)
In addition, although I have extremely surging passion for yy, as well as the roaring and rushing wolf blood of bl. But I am incompetent in history, and I am even more incompetent in geography, and H seems to be incompetent as well (I don't know how to abuse my body... H things that are so harmful to the body naturally cannot be written well...8 But, again, I am studying hard, cough cough...).