When I looked at him, I seemed to see the moon.
It falls into the well and serves to quench the thirst of tourists passing by.
But the ripples on the water remain the same, but the moon will eventually set in the west.
Later, the news of his engagement came with the good news of the college entrance examination.
I was silent and relieved.
My love withered in the season when it shouldn't have bloomed.
Because my moon does not have that imaginary light.
Purpose: Write youth and heal scars
