Legend of the Knife

Last year, today, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. I don't know which one comes first, tomorrow or the accident. The four-year epidemic and this China Eastern Airlines flight have made me understand that every bowl of food in this world means one less bowl, and every time we meet in this world, we have more. Go meet the people you meet, and do what you want to do! Life is a practice of constant self-impression. Maybe one day, we will not blame ourselves for not working hard, but regret our decisions!

The literary talent and fashion are still there, but the roots are pure and wonderful.