
I Have a Spear, Tianyi
我有一枪,天一
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- Ongoing
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- 395k Words
- Genre
- Fantasy
- Subgenre
- Xuanhuan
- Updated
- 2y ago
- English
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"I Have a Shot, Tianyi"
The follow-up visit was excellent.
I Have a Shot, Tianyi
Returning the visit, thank you for the author's visit.
Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true! Sending flowers in advance symbolizes prosperity and good fortune! 🌹🌷🌸🌼🌹🌷🌸🌼🌹
The wind has ceased, the dust has settled, the flowers are gone, and I am too weary to comb my hair as the day grows late. Things are as they were, but people are not; everything is over, and before I can speak, tears flow.
The snow came so early; in the blink of an eye, the rain turned into snowflakes, and the trees turned white. Tomorrow, it might even freeze. This winter, which we spent apart, has come just like that. I'm no longer sad; missing you is as peaceful as I was born.
Reading it now, it's excellent, I've already voted!
Five years in Jinling, I resigned and returned home, hastily settling in Suzhou without a second thought. In May, the busy farming season begins, picking beans, weeding, and turning the wheat golden. The years have slipped by idly at home, three meals a day whiling away the time. The bright moon shines gently on the lake, and the spring breeze ripples across the water.
On the snow, the children, undeterred by the cold, were building snowmen and jumping rope, all bundled up in thick cotton coats. I love winter.
Keep it up, good works deserve to be treasured.
I hope it will be even better!