The innocence of childhood faded away little by little, and the darkness of life enveloped him, and everything in the past could not be restored.
"Lin Zishu, will we still be friends?"
"It's long gone."
"Who thinks that the west wind is alone and cool, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting the sun."
Intention: If there are no good books, create your own
