"The tower is lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the river."
Wearing casual clothes is lazy and casual, walking slowly and leisurely.
She likes to be alone, like a lonely and rare star in the universe, or like a pink and white rose blooming in the snow, delicate and clean.
Undisturbed, the white fox sleeps comfortably under the sunshine in the snow.
After all, foxes are carnivores. When they open their eyes and reveal their sharp canines, it is a bloody battle.
As the king of the wilderness, the wolf is the targeted prey and narrowly escapes death.
The white fox meets the black wolf, they meet their opponents, tit for tat, and fight to the death.
If she doesn't love, he won't love.
The fog was so thick that it was difficult to distinguish the towers, the moon was hazy, and the ferry was invisible.
The tower is lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the river.
The black wolf, who had fought countless battles, was finally dazzled by the broken ice roses under the bright moonlight and accepted his defeat.
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(Write what I want to write, but my writing is poor and I can't express my inner feelings. Keep working hard.)
Intention: None yet
