I played a persistent song with no regrets

I played a persistent song with no regrets

The wind gently brushed my hair, clouds and stirred my love, standing at the intersection of summer, holding a finger of time lightly, and blooming deep thoughts in the faint ancient rhyme. It has been seven and a half months since I came to prose online. Here, although I haven’t really met friends of literature,

Bitter beautiful love

The morning air is cool and fresh, full of the fragrance of soil. I stepped on that charming path full of purple flowers to find yesterday’s dream! Under the lingering light rain, I remembered that we once met in the bleak autumn last year. From then on, I knew why the maple leaf was so