The manuscript before the case is full of tears, and the sad words and sorrowful sentences are true to life.
At night, there is a Qinyin building that is even more silent, and there is no other place in the heart.
Gently flicking the strings, the sound of Ke is broken, and you can still know the rustling and obscenity.
If you want to write new words, it is not suitable for the scene, and you will cry when you tune the strings and count the songs.
(Suddenly I felt a bit like my student. I didn¡¯t know how to use advanced vocabulary until I came up with one or two new words. Unexpectedly, I lost it: hibiscus comes out of clear water, and it¡¯s natural to carve. That kind of pure feeling. It¡¯s like having a knife The traces of chopping and ax cutting. I wonder if literary friends also feel this way? (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com