One cold winter day, a boy picked up another boy, and the story begins.
Even if we lose our innocence, we can still warm each other in the cold winter
Then time flows by and love sinks into the bones
Cold and poisonous tongue attack & gentle scum sufferer, double cleansing, HE.
Jiang Gao: "Have we met somewhere?"
Liu Qiao: "No, no, you are thinking too much."
Personal writing practice is similar to prose, but the form is scattered and the spirit is scattered, and there is no logic. You can just glance at it and don't spray it.
Meeting the best of each other at the most youthful and ignorant age is a kind of happiness
Intention: Time cannot wash away everything