Love, hate, love and enmity are not in the day and night.
Between them, they missed too much.
There are those who talk alone with hatred and coquettishness,
Never lose anything, never forget, never abandon each other,
There are mountains and rivers, and there is no way out.
There is no doubt that there is love only this spring...
This is a tragic piece about the Republic of China, and it is also the first article I wrote under the pen name Luozhi. I hope you all like it! ~~
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