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Take Notes
Realistic Fiction随笔记
Send Hoshino
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The Dust in the Pavilion
Realistic Fiction阁中尘
Send Hoshino
Introduction to "The Dust in the Pavilion" "A moldy attic with the broken word '' written on half a page" The moisture of the rainy season spread into the Jiangnan Inn. The light-haired boy who was trafficked coughed his last breath, and the corpse was swept away by grass and sank into the middle of the river. Only the gentleman who taught him how to write bought this cage-like attic. The cane chair with broken legs remembers the finger marks of the young man's struggle, the wall has the suicide note scraped out from the ends of his hair, and the oil lamp guards the unfinished "The Thousand Character Essay" - and the page with the word "" has been scratched repeatedly by fingernails. When the sugar that relieves coughs turns into solid tears, when the attic collapses in the snow, only the writing is left in the ruins, standing precariously in the wind, questioning the world for all the lives that are called "unlucky".
Introduction to "The Dust in the Pavilion" "A moldy attic with the broken word '' written on half a page" The moisture of the rainy season spread into the Jiangnan Inn. The light-haired boy who was trafficked coughed his last breath, and the corpse was swept away by grass and sank into the middle of the river. Only the gentleman who taught him how to write bought this cage-like attic. The cane chair with broken legs remembers the finger marks of the young man's struggle, the wall has the suicide note scraped out from the ends of his hair, and the oil lamp guards the unfinished "The Thousand Character Essay" - and the page with the word "" has been scratched repeatedly by fingernails. When the sugar that relieves coughs turns into solid tears, when the attic collapses in the snow, only the writing is left in the ruins, standing precariously in the wind, questioning the world for all the lives that are called "unlucky".