"If you miss me, just write an ancient poem silently."
At the end of summer that year, the sun was scorching hot, the insects were chirping constantly, the flowers were fragrant, the weather was clear and cloudless, and everything was brand new.
On the first day of school, Zhou Weili got an extra boyfriend.
There were only two of them in the corridor, and the young man stared at her, smiling arrogantly, "You don't need to apologize, I want you to be my girlfriend."
Because of this sentence, everything quietly changed.
Nine hundred and twenty-eight ancient poems, various types, different poets and different dynasties, all nine hundred and twenty-eight ancient poems, all carry my longing for you.
Intention: I don't know