"The river and sky are all colorless, and there is only a lone moon in the bright sky."
That year on the osmanthus branches, the young man always liked to climb the wall and drop the osmanthus flowers on the ground. He called me "Jiang Xiaojiao" with a smile. I always complained that he knocked down my flowers.
Later, when the young general came back, it was still my small courtyard. He called me "Jiang Xiaojiao" with red eyes. I still complained about why he didn't come back earlier.
Later, on top of the city wall, the young general held me in his arms and called me "Jiaojiao" tremblingly. I don't blame him anymore. I wish him to be invincible and invincible.
My little general, it's been a long time since I laughed.
Purpose: Tell the story of love
