Be aesthetic short essay
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Little crybaby, you shouldn't have come
It's snowing here, you're so weak
I have seen my fate of dying for my country in my dreams.
In troubled times, we have no choice but to do so.
I promised you that I would go boating on the lake with you and drink the peach wine you made by yourself. I'm afraid I'm going to make a mistake.
Intention: Missed two-way rush