Wang Qiu

In Ye Mancao's eyes, Qiu Furuong is a quiet pool of cool water. Her eyes were like autumn leaves with fallen leaves, sparkling. I don't know whose voice ripples. Qiu Furong thought that the vines would spread in her heart like a new field in spring, and a rose would bloom in her heart. But then, the field of two roses was deserted for the entire spring. They met for the first time in the autumn when the leaves were falling, and they also said goodbye in the cold winter when the trees were dead, and they never made another appointment in the next spring. Intention: Try to write be aesthetics