It is an intimate story, starting from Xiao Jilin.
If the wild lily is not called Lily, its fragrance will not change. So how can this collection of novels be limited to just one name?
Also known as Xixi's Love Letter
Renamed Memories of Xilin
For a moment, the sapphire blue sky could not calm the turbulent tide, and I felt hopeless. I was about to cry. I was afraid for no reason. I was afraid of such sudden emotions, afraid that I would make even crazier actions. I was afraid that rationality could not control my emotions. I was afraid... I never thought about it carefully and could not bear to break this pure and beautiful emotion.
I thought of the ancient poem "Half Que" in the Chinese language class: "How many times have I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the silver and red wall seems to be far away; it seems that these stars are not last night, for whom is the wind dew standing in the middle of the night?"
In the past, I always felt that when things were touched by love, they would have ulterior motives and become less pure. After all, I had to admit that I had been holding my soul hostage in order to prevent myself from falling into the so-called danger. Once upon a time, I still loved her so unavoidably. Brother, I really like her.
Purpose: The purpose of narrating is just to remember that everyone wants me to go away quickly, but I want to stop; I want to record my life with color.