It seems like déjà vu. Yan returns, wandering alone in the fragrant path of the small garden. The bead curtain rolls with red begonias, still confused, the flowers have bloomed and people have fallen.
From a dream I had
Primary school students' writing style, please don't spray it
The pure dream I had 109 years ago has long been broken. I am a downtrodden old aristocrat and the creator of a new era. Until the end, my family is also a book of "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
Purpose: Promote justice and respond to evil with good