Seek

The two of them walked into the woods in a dream and were struck to death by lightning. Being pulled into a parallel space by a system driven by performance. Here—— The snow is rising lightly, but the cold has not invaded; the wooden leaves are knocking on the steps, and the cold smoke is coming; the flowers are beautiful, and the frost is condensing in the heart. There seems to be no spring here. "I dreamed that I killed you." He said that half of the love is hidden in the eyes of the lover. The other party replied, "You want to dig out my eyes?" … I'll write something when I have nothing to do. It's pure practice and illogical. It wants writing but not writing style, it wants plot but not plot, it doesn't matter what it wants. Intention: Get rid of the past and present life