Long fog copywriting:
He woke up in darkness.
Smell the daffodils, like it's winter.
But he - lost his memory.
"I am your wife."
He heard a very soft voice, answering his sleep.
"I am your wife."
Tianguang copywriting:
The sister in the dream was sitting opposite, her face could not be seen clearly.
She gently sewed a stuffed toy, just like before.
Song Huaping held up the doll and smiled as if she were alive.
"Roses have thorns, sister." She looked at her and shed tears, "When we were picking them when we were young, our hands were pricked with blood."
"No matter how painful it is, it can still be sewed up."
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Changwu and Tianguang were both ideas from a long, long time ago. After much hesitation, I decided to post them together as companion articles.
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The oars broke through the water waves, and the boat swayed gently, following the ripples towards the sky.
The fog lingers for a long time.
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Intention: Remember to rate after reading
