A story that begins and ends in late autumn.
If I hadn't met that person at the beginning, perhaps everything would have gone according to the predetermined trajectory, but this was a coincidence. He happened to save him, let him see him, and fell in love with him. In the end, only the jackdaw flew by, alone, as written in the poem:
The dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky to wash away the autumn. The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.
I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it. Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind? I want to see a beautiful woman makeup the building and look up. I miss it a few times and I know I'm returning to the boat. Trying to understand me, I am leaning against the balconies, feeling depressed and worried!
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Basically, it's Qing Shui's literary work, because I feel that Qing Shui can still have feelings, haha, and people really can't write good Hs, so I'll just read it for Qing Shui. It's my first time trying this kind of writing, and I hope everyone will support me!