Some people say that he is a short-lived ghost and a broom star.
When I was eighteen years old, all natural and man-made disasters were over, and the fire rolled in Shunfu. Amidst the flames, the majestic fairy tree that had stood for thousands of years had its branches and leaves broken, and red flowers hung down from the clouds.
Mrs. Shun hugged him tightly, her eyes filled with tears from the human world, falling on his face. Her hands stained with orchid fragrance covered his eyes to prevent the smoke from scarlet dust from burning into his bright eyes.
From then on, his more than ten years were crushed, and he had to open his eyes to see the world of mortals clearly.
Unexpectedly, the man smiled and handed a pear blossom from the tree, which seemed to bring a connection in the world of mortals. The scorching spring sun was so piercing that he almost shed tears.
When Qingming comes again, all I can see is green mountains, wrinkled spring ponds, distant shadows of egrets, and falling flowers on black boats.
A leisurely paddle, flowing eastward again.
"A Sui, where do you want to go?"
Reading information:
1. This article is pretentious + illogical + novice writing style
2. It may be significantly revised, and no manuscript has been saved.
3. Don't use character attacks.
Intention: Put aside hatred and take a good look at the world
