I like quiet, not very lively, more and more nostalgic, the child called me grandpa, is this the rhythm of aging?

I don’t want to think about it or ask about it, but I have to face it.

White hair also came secretly like age. When one was discovered, one was secretly removed. When two were discovered, one pair was helplessly removed. Slowly, the more white hair accumulates, the more it can’t be dialed, I will say let it go!

To be honest, I really don’t want to grow old so quickly, nor do I want to grow old like this. I can’t give up those beautiful years or the little things in the past…… I feel that I can do something, but I always stay where I am and do nothing.

The division and division of friendship, the division and division of family affection, the repetition of love, see more, gradually no longer feel anything.

Those classmates and colleagues who came and went were scattered as they walked, and secretly became passers-by in my life.

The relative who once thought he would accompany him all his life suddenly found him missing one day of a certain year.

Like the Sun at five or six o’clock in the afternoon, although it is still warm, it is somewhat powerless.

Therefore, I seem to understand the trajectory of my own destiny, not complaining; Knowing the positioning of my life, not taking others; Knowing my unfinished responsibility, not slack off.

The woman meet yourself appreciated was not like a young bee, buzzing and creating joy. At most: walking beside her, walking like a breeze, nodding and laughing occasionally, even greeting can be omitted.

It won’t be true for some things, especially for those close to you, you can be tolerant and tolerant.

I’m getting used to things I don’t like. I don’t know whether this habit is good or bad?

I am not so angry. When I encounter injustice, I will tell myself that the society is like this and seems to have seen the red dust.

Never dare to quarrel and be angry for too long. First bow your head, then apologize, and then laugh hehe.

People were praised and admired before, and they could not return a turnover basket of praise with gratitude and courtesy. People were slandered behind them, and they would not use long guns, short guns and human theories.

Meet those people sitting on the stage, just shut up and let the energetic people bomb it.

If you meet the weak, you will still feel distressed, or help without complaining about social injustice.

No matter how many grievances you have in your heart, you will not talk casually; No matter how deep the scars you have on your body, you will not easily show them; Although you are very tired and bitter, even physically and mentally exhausted, you still smile and still do not change your face.

Stop complaining when you are upset, and watch and listen quietly.

Immersed in some virtual stories, I put some practical things I experienced, saw and heard into words in my own world, my own space, the wonderful things you want are built in your own thinking.

The diseases of some old people came uninvited, which made me have to speed up the pace of exercise.

We study health care and health care every day. Losing weight is an eternal topic and action.

Gradually, I hate wine bureau and KTV, like to be close to nature, and like a simple and healthy lifestyle.

I can’t remember every day and every place I have passed, although I tried my best to think about it until my head hurts! Finally decided to give up and vowed not to think about it any more.

Once he was willing to sacrifice his body for wealth, power and status, now he can leave everything for life.

It seems that everything is very light, and we will not care about all kinds of things any more. I occasionally suffer losses, and I don’t want to find someone to theory.

Dating friends and classmates to drink tea and chat, usually only about one or two people, a trickle of streams to kill time. Three or five people, twittering, feel that they can’t bear it.

The gathering of students in various forms and sizes is in full swing, although the traces of youth can be found when they get together. However, even the “goddess” who tried to retain youth with money had to admit that he was just a “senior beauty”.

On many occasions, the language in the mouth is counted just like the gold coins in the small box. They only smile and listen to gossip and no longer participate in opinions.

If you are thinking about WeChat friends, you will be less and less. Most of the time, I just dive, occasionally look at it, don’t talk, and even give praise.

Gradually understand and be close to his wife.

At home, he was obedient to his wife and went out to the society.

There is no longer expectation for fantasy, but talking and doing things are becoming more and more childish.

Go out and look back: pick up the key and touch the pocket, walk into the kitchen and look at the gas, and look back when you walk out of the house.

I have asked myself countless times why I live? Now, I am too lazy to think about the meaning of living. Anyway, I just don’t want to die.

I know, I am secretly getting old……

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

The mountain Mao stretched out his head from the roof with a corn in his hand, and looked around with big eyes. Suddenly he jumped over the roof and jumped to the next bamboo forest three or two times and disappeared in the next wild cherry tree. The old house is a kind of wooden grass House. In winter, the mountain wool will be used to transport food from time to time. The old house is already very old. She has sheltered the wind and rain for several generations, and the roof of sunrise and sunset is Full of Sky. Originally, the green arrow bamboo made the years precipitate like carbon, but they were still neatly arranged. Pillars are still standing, rows of boards are still embedded, and they are connected by ancient mortise and tenon joints!

In rainy days, the eavesdrop pots under the eaves were cut out with some holes and holes, and the endless yanggou water filled the room. The wind in front of the house is always familiar at Rosewood, and the opening will be fried like flowers at mature style rosewood. Then everyone can gather together to pick pears and pears. Your family has a CABAs and his family has a back, pears are sweet but picking pears is more interesting. Later, pear tree became a stump, and then there was no later! The sweetness of pear does not lie in its sweetness, but in its uncooked taste, it is the acid involved that crept up to Uncle’s bungalow and stabbed one with bamboo stem. The old sugar pear tree behind the anterior chamber is still the same. In the furnace room where the iron was struck at the door, the handle of the air-pulling box was smooth and delicate. The burning fire and the tingling sparks of the iron were flying everywhere. Uncle’s shirt always had endless holes. There is also a clump of papaya trees, the fragrance lingering when drying papaya, and the residual fragrance of papaya in the wardrobe floating to whose heart with the wind, where did it stay?

The sky gradually darkened, and the uncle fell into the fire and threw a few potato of slag to cover it. Who rushed back to Bubalus, fed some water and put it in the dark circle behind the house, and who carried the big back of hogweed, the chicken and duck returned to the circle of chickens, and the one removed the lean coal in the coal pile. There was a sound of children laughing in the field next to him-the sheep was still peekaboo. With a little noise… you don’t come home to eat and do your homework, the lonely world becomes quiet instantly. At night, a group of people gathered around the fire and listened to grandma telling the story of the old braids! The moon is hanging alone in the half slope! Who was drunk lit only the broken soles and walked on the ridge of the rotten land.

The World Turned White when snow was piled up on the roof, and the eaves hanging upside down at eavesdrop became condensed hook. Naughty children knocked down with dried bamboo and picked up one and put it in whose vest! The snow left a string of footprints stretching far away…… A fire plate of Kang is potato, and the fire hole is not forget to put a few. The Zhen Jiao water in the pot struggled hard, as if running away from something. The peach house was going to knock through the vortex and kowtow to the surface, pointing its head at once; The stonewashed soybean milk which was squealing and ringing dropped down in circles, and the big pots were piled up layer by layer. In winter, lunar December, the old house is the most lively. Today, your house will hit the noodles tomorrow. Today, your family will push soybean milk tomorrow, and his family will push the pig noodles two days later. People will come and go again and again.

The old house is no longer there, but the hometown is still there but not the hometown once! The farther we go, the farther we leave our parents to stay alone in our hometown. The parents in our hometown are a ray of concern to us. We are also a ray of concern to our parents when we are far away from our hometown. Our hometown is a place where our ancestors live for generations, they also keep the memories of their childhood. They once had the joys and sorrows. Their parents guarded their beliefs and they guarded their inheritance!

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

Answer questions

I once remembered that in a chat that could not distinguish the authenticity, Jun asked me three questions one after another-why did you love? Why do I love you? Why do you love me?

To be honest, love is a holy word, and I will not use foul language to defile this purity.

I remember my answer is: Love for Love, Love for Love, Love for Love!

The comment that Jun made to my concise answer was that the answer was not specific enough, too general, and too perfunctory!

I am thinking: if it weren’t for love in my heart, no one would choose to love!

Love you because you have too many respectable and lovely advantages. If you lack the advantages of attracting the other person’s heart, how can the other person choose to love you! And love so desperately?

The other party makes up his mind and finally chooses to love you, because the other party has a dream in his heart, and he has been trying hard to pursue for too long, and you are the final result that the other party is most struggling to find, it is already close at hand. The other party will never coast to coast. He will never dare to walk a hundred miles and a half 90 miles, and let himself lose in the last step, regret for life!

I showed my heart again, and Jun just replied lightly-would you be: Love House and Ukraine?

In the world of love, it is inevitable that when love exists, the shortcomings of the other party become lovely and perfect, but without mutual tolerance and appreciation, there will be no ending you expect!

The original intention of love lies in being good at exploring each other’s advantages, and knowing how to appreciate each other. Only after appreciating each other can each other make great progress in their own advantages and become more and more perfect!

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Hui Hui, the host of the radio evening program, received this online message again.

“Please broadcast All kinds of everything sung by Dana.”

This is the third time Huihui has received this message.

What is confused is that this old English song does not match the style of the program that focuses on local pop songs,

Hard to do.

Besides, no matter what song is now, every version is optional once you surf the Internet, so you don’t have to leave messages again and again.

* * * * * * * *

This day is the farewell banquet of the supervisor brother Hui and another Gao.

“Introduction, this is my new supervisor, Liao Mingqian.”

Huihui saw one wearing glasses,

It is very scholar-type and silent, unlike the new colleagues who work in the radio station.

“Yu Qian is my younger brother who studied biography in university. Unfortunately…..”

Brother Hui couldn’t stop talking after two glasses of red wine.

“You are going to tell my story again.”

Yu Qian’s gentle socket does not want to talk about personal affairs in front of strangers.

“You just took up a new job today. You shouldn’t have mentioned these in the past.”

Brother Hui stopped awkwardly.

* * * * * * * *

After receiving this song message for the fifth time, Huihui finally made an exception to broadcast this song in the program.

Soon after the song started, Yu Qian rushed into the live studio.

“Why do you play this song?”

He looked dignified.

“Sorry, I know this song does not match the style of the program.”

Huihui felt embarrassed.

No, I want to know why you play this song?”

When meeting Huihui with a little persistence, it is hard to say anything;

“I will explain that you will not believe… I asked brother Hui to tell you.”

* * * * * * * *

“My girlfriend is also my classmate. Before she died of illness, she said that she would use this song to tell him that she was very good and let Lin Qian not remember her……

We all thought it would be a dream, but we didn’t expect it to appear like this.”

Brother Hui was also surprised by this.

“My girlfriend and I used to like climbing mountains together. She always listens to this song… I am very careless and have never asked why.”

Yu Qian bowed his head and smiled bitterly.

* * * * * * * *

The next day the song was broadcast.

After leaving a message, I added a message.

Thank you… this song is a song my mother liked very much before her death;

She said she could add joy to the bitter days… when playing this song,

I will feel that people who love me are all around me… it is a moment when life can no longer be happy.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Huihui couldn’t help asking.

“Continue the happiness of Yu Qian for me.”

The message has been interrupted since then.

“I will.” Huihui repeated this promise in his heart again and again.

Huihui’s first time to meet Huiqian, it has never been exciting…..

Is this kind of message available only when you predict the meeting with Huiqian?

Or: will the message be a scene when Qian becomes Hui Hui’s life?

This will be a mystery forever……

All kinds of everything

Reminds me of you.

Message Sun Enli. petit story C117

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

In October this year, several college students met me to come to my work place for leisure and vacation.

A few days ago, a strange phone called my mobile phone. I picked up the phone: “Hello, who is it?” A woman’s voice came from the other end of the phone: “Guess who I am?” I thought for a moment and said, “Sorry, listen to the voice, I…… I really can’t remember.” A happy laugh came from the phone and said, “Your College classmates! I am Hanjie. I can remember you, jiuman classmate!”

Hanjie! A small and exquisite girl from Henan. It looks so delicate! In my mind, her beautiful image of that year appeared instantly.

She told me that she was looking forward to coming to Yangjiang Hailing Island to see me and participate in a small gathering of classmates.

To me, I can see the dream lover in the place where I work and live. For me, that kind of joy is no less than fan Jinzhong.

In the following days, I outlined the intersection with Han Jie countless times, the passing past and her old face. It’s a pity that many stories have melted slowly in the distant years, hazy in the soft feelings like fog.

That evening, I greeted my classmates from afar at the gate of the hotel.

Looking at her dignified and gentle, I had mixed feelings with her former classmates. I never thought that after many years, Han Jie not only turned white, but also had some charm of Vice Premier Wu Yi in appearance and speech and behavior. The Knife of the years is really not sure. It can not only cut my hair sharply, but also carve Han Jie in a round and round way.

Faint, some loss, some comfort……

Meet again after a long time, shake hands, say hello, haha. One by one, the faces that have gone through vicissitudes of life, and the students are all really old.

As soon as she saw me, she greeted me-“Hi! Nine full!” Hearing her calling me, my heart warmed up again and blurted out: “Han Jie!”

This was the first time I called her name. Four years in college, I must have spoken to her, but I never called her name. In the student age, I am an introverted person, who was not good at words, and his academic performance was particularly poor, and his image was not natural and unrestrained, boys like me are not qualified to call the name “Han Jie” directly.

Today, I called Han Jie’s name gracefully, even I was a little surprised.

I was very enthusiastic to help Han Jie carry her luggage. Accidentally, my hand touched her arm. A warm current spread from my palm to my whole body. In an instant, I was full of happiness.

In July of that year, we broke into pieces and started our own jobs. Since then, Han Jie and I have only met once. Because the meeting time was very short, and I didn’t dare to look at her face seriously, so in my impression, she was still the same as that of that year, raven black tresses, well-proportioned slim figure, A pair of big eyes with spirit water, a little delicate, a little shy, looks healthy and full of vitality. However, I saw her entity again today, not only surprised but also sighed!

The next day, after lunch, Han Jie asked me to go to the hotel lobby to catch up.

I waited for her in the lobby of the hotel early, and she came slowly. As soon as I saw her, I ran to meet her. Then, my heart followed her steps and floated in the hotel lobby full of happiness.

We talked as we walked, while my little eyes were wandering on her: the eyebrows and corners of her eyes had the amorous feelings of a mature woman, calm and calm, and there was an unspeakable charm between a smile. But her instant manner also made me vaguely smell the once green. Her face was full of red, lined on the plain shirt, like the Red Apple waiting to be picked in autumn, which was sweet in one bite.

She sat down on a sofa facing the sea and said hello to me, “old classmate, sit!”

In the face of the goddess in my mind that year, I didn’t have the previous blush and heartbeat. I said, “remember the last Guangzhou Party, I also went to the station to pick you up and send you. It’s another ten years. Are you okay?”

“Not bad. Still the same. I was assigned to the Provincial Investment Group when I just joined the work. I worked very hard and often had to travel. Now, I work in a consulting company in Zhengzhou, which is easy and free and convenient to take care of my family. Old schoolmate, I didn’t expect that your character has not changed at all. You are still humorous and funny, but your hair is not that handsome black and shiny boy.” She said softly, I could hear that there was no sadness in her words.

Her eyebrows were locked tightly, perhaps because she had just left the unit where she had been working for nearly 30 years. I understand that I have also experienced the loss and fear of leaving the familiar environment and crowd many times and facing the unknown future alone.

The sea breeze gently blows our hair.

I looked at Han Jie silently and said slowly, “after taking part in the work, what we welcome is the ordinary life. Ordinary work, ordinary life, like me, have worked for 30 years and are still busy on the construction site, achieving nothing. Now that I am old, I have no choice but to live for the rest of my life.”

Floating in the memory of youth, I seem to hear the sighs and complaints left in my heart by the distant years.

In this way, we walk between history and reality in a kind of consternation, harmony and calm, enjoying the warmth and joy of reunion.

The breeze blows across the sea, sparkling, red pieces……

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

Ma Shuo and Yanqiu have been separated for almost three years.

For three years, he could never forget her. After work every day, he still habitually opened her blog to see her mood for a day, listen to her favorite love songs and taste her life for a day. Sometimes, he also made some likes and comments. Looking at her blog, he felt Yan Qiu was by his side and never went far. Sometimes she is happy, sometimes sad, sometimes lost…… What is more is her description of the rainy season in college, the dusk in her hometown and the distant snow scene, but she seldom has the memory of late autumn and Midsummer…… Because of her, Ma Shuo’s emotions have come and gone again and again.

In this way, he watched quietly every day, still making some likes and short comments, until one day, her blog was suddenly full of wedding photos of her and her husband, some of which were clear, some are very vague, and there are two lines below each photo that can’t be seen clearly: “I’m going to get married, no longer waiting for you, I don’t want to update my blog either-unless you can catch the last snowflake under my roof in this winter.”

Looking at those messy photos and reading the crooked little words, Ma Shuo felt hurt. He collapsed in the sofa without even the strength to shed tears. Slowly, he stood up and looked at her huge photo on the desk, reading her mobile phone number in his heart. Ma Shuo cried again and again. In fact, they used to love each other very much, and they have always been the golden child and Jade Girl recognized by the school. However, they broke up sadly because of several minor misunderstandings in a row. They were unwilling to apologize first and waited for each other to bow their heads. Young and stubborn, although no one wants to compromise, his heart is still full of each other…… How could a few years of emotion be said to give up?

In a blink of an eye, it has been almost three years. Ma Shuoyi has been trying to find Yanqiu and wants to say “Sorry!” to her face! “, Want to tell her in time, “I am really love you!”, I want to promise her, “If we get married, you will have the final say in our family in the future!” But he never had the courage.

Now, Ma Shuo’s parents are already old, urging him to get married again and again, and his mother forced him to die. Forced by helplessness, he always felt sorry for his parents’ kindness, but he couldn’t compromise, because his heart was really hard to put down Yanqiu. They had been in love for three years. How can the emotions accumulated in three years and more than 1,000 days and nights be easily released? Besides, there are still so many bosom words that have not been finished…… No way, in that hot summer, he could only leave his hometown and come to another city, a treasure land where they used to study and fall in love. Here, they spent four years of good time; Here, there are too many memories and sweetness between them.

This winter has come quietly, with cold winds outside, flying snowflakes. Ma Shuo was lying on the bed, looking at the be covered with snow outside, thinking of Yanqiu who was far away from home, his heart was broken! Are those wedding photos real? Why is it so vague? The last snowflake? Where the hell is she?

“I’m going to get married. I won’t wait for you any more, and I don’t want to update my blog-unless you can catch the last snowflake under my roof this winter.” Reading those vague small words, thinking about the ups and downs of these years, Ma Shuo’s heart was a little confused. In a hurry, he didn’t even take his coat. He rushed out when he broke the door……

Out of the House, Ma Shuo had no direction. He was wandering on the street aimlessly. Unconsciously, he came to a community and found that the light in Room 202, building 15 was still on, isn’t this Xuanyu community? Room 202, building 15? That was their former rental house. His heart suddenly trembled. The dim light attracted him. He was close, close, and close again. There was a lamp on the windowsill, through the thin white window screen, he clearly saw the pink chrysanthemum lamp-isn’t it his birthday present to Yanqiu? Why is there a white window screen with red roses? Is it…… Is it……

There are more and more snowflakes outside, and fairy flowers are scattered on Ma Shuo’s head. Suddenly, he was drunk! Stretching out his arms, Ma Shuo caught a snowflake and flew to Room 202…… (Huang Hongxuan, a member of Chinese Prose Writers Association, a member of Chinese oriental writers creation center, a member of Jiangsu Writers Association, a national third-level creator, has published more than 3,000 works in various publications and websites, more than ten essays have won awards in competitions at all levels, publishing essays “my ten years” and the novel “Deep sigh”)

Nanjing Yuying second foreign language school (No. 57 Yuying Road, Jiangbei New District, Nanjing)

Zip code: 210044 Tel: 13057576807

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…