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Plain face in dust

The gray Shanghai was full of clouds. A thin woman walked slowly onto the balcony in a corner. Her little hands were placed on the railing at will, staring at the distance, her eyes drifting away, but it seems to see something through the world. Her face is as beautiful as peach blossom, but it …

Forget her (prose)

The time is written on the white clouds: what flows is the deep love for the grassland, intoxicated with clear water, horses, Moo cattle, sheep dotted with the sky, poetic nature and peace, harmony and tranquility. In the days of enjoying the sunshine, you are obsessed with the real impression. Sunny, cloud, wind, rain… experienced …

If you don’t come, I won’t grow old.

Because she is a woman, she often feels some touching love stories. The favorite ancient love story is Xue Pinggui and Wang Baodi. Wang Baodi, an ancient figure in the legendary story. The daughter of King Yun, the prime minister of the dynasty in Emperor Yizong of Tang. Regardless of his parents’ words, Xue Pinggui, …

Hold a plain paper and dance a Love

Carved a period of the most beautiful time, sing you and me for a while. Who is singing the vicissitudes of life, moistening the tears of lovesickness? Who is still dreaming? The waiting of one season and one season, the fleeting time of one life. Deep in prosperity, it is still the picture of you …

Fifth day, may you be well

It was the fifth day of the year again. I sighed for the year and recalled the fifth day of that year. That year, when the veteran retired, I became the first class soldier. Gradually, I had more chances to talk to female soldiers. At first, her smile, her voice and any small action were …

The shallow flow of the year is not finished

On the red dust, I twisted a touch of agarwood scattered by the years and picked a wisp of colorful sunshine. Beside the Xuan window, the song of Qing Dynasty turned gently. The lyrics of tapping my heart took me back to my previous life and continued my love. Looking through autumn/you are like tears/flapping …

Moonlight under Tanabata

Walking in the empty forest-shade path, the heat wave was blown away by the night wind. Fireworks bloom one after another in the distance, some are rising, some are falling, and between rising and falling, it implies a pattern of life. The fragrance of grass comes slowly with the wind, and some unknown worms are …

Those years

In those years, like the silhouette scattered among the dense leaves in the afternoon, it was so sparse that it was carefully picked up one by one by hand and couldn’t be pieced together. People in those years all faded away from their minds one by one, and the relationship was far away from being …