The author's writing style is average, don't criticize if you don't like it...
I accidentally caught a glimpse amidst the noise of people, stepped on the quicksand, and walked into the midsummer where he was. The noisy cicadas seemed to be repeating his name over and over again, which made people fascinated. The windows were bright and clean, and the Xuanyuan was not old. I don't know. Each word is written for you, and this love is written for you.
I don't know how old the sun and the moon can be, but I don't know if the hairpin head and the phoenix are wrong.
I don't know that frost and snow can rush me, but it's hard to calm down.
The orioles' clothes are endlessly wet. They advise me to hold on to my sorrow. Who knows that I will remember each other forever?
Concept: Art comes from life