Qiu Jian
The word "wild goose" cuts across the sky, and the red maple dipped in dew expresses strong emotions.
The golden wind shakes down thousands of forest leaves, and the jade dew condenses into tens of thousands of pine trees.
When the rice waves are turning, wine is brewed in autumn, and the fragrance of cinnamon is scattered in the moonlight.
I want to write the remaining ink on the red leaves and send my love to Jiuzhong.
This is not the story of the young man. Their story is far from over.
Some are forced to break up, and some are reunited after breaking up.
I suffer from depression and my family is not in good condition.
The author's writing style is childish, I hope everyone will understand it
Intent: Salvation blooms in hope and persistence
