Qingpingle·Spring
Begonia is blooming,
The east wind is blowing good.
The voice of the young warbler at the bottom of the leaves is getting older,
But Daochun returned early.
I am too lazy to go upstairs this spring.
He frowned and smiled for no reason.
I still remember the flowers blooming that year,
Luan Jian's two sentences express new sorrow.
A collection of old works. Although what I think now is completely different from what I thought back then, it is still the same train of thought after all, haha.
This is a record of my youthful madness.
All are short stories, and some are series.
They are all based on ancient fictional backgrounds, and most of them are stories about rivers and lakes. Of course, there are exceptions.
Those who like it can come and take a look. ^_^
Personally, I still like these articles very much. Although the pulse is a bit "stringy", but... They are also written with great care~~
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