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I will not admit that the spring snow will melt. I looked at him from a distance and saw that Xu Min had jet black hair. His head was in a daze, as if he had been burned by cigarette butts, he was clenching tightly, and there were faint scars on his palms. ——Zhang Jiashu The rain is mixed with falling flowers, and the cherry blossoms in the park at the end of March are like spring snow. Someone is calling Zhang Jiashu. Zhang Jiashu Zhang Jiashu reads like Chen Qizhen's song in a dream. ——Xu Min Zhang Jiashu&Xu Min Taipei | 2016 | Haru Kojima Purpose: Live well every day