Group portrait growth article.
Let's see how he swallowed mountains and rivers without knowing it when he was young, and waded through life and death in both depths.
I sigh with regret at the change of half-spring from the long autumn, and feel desolate and sad that the ice and snow have not yet melted.
Being able to write so that readers and friends can empathize is what I hope most and what motivates me!
Intention: The choice between love and hate destiny