On the night when A Ning of the Ji family was living in the Autumn Palace, the little Five Emperors were bleeding in full bloom.
Mixed together to form thousands of mountains of wind and snow
The flaming red city gate, the low-hanging eaves, carrying the golden bottle, the drunkenness fell suddenly
A piece of paper floated over, it was his handwriting
It is written: The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said to Zicheng
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Note:
A short story written in the third grade of junior high school. I practiced writing at a young age and lacked artistic ability. I am very curious about the quality and outlook. Please do not study it in detail.
Purpose: Sleep until you die naturally
