Dneig
@zhangxiaolong
Excerpt from a classic novel: "Flowers wither, flowers fly in the sky, and the fragrance of red fades away. Who has pity for them?" Every time I read this sentence, my heart surges with infinite sorrow for the disappearance of beautiful things, as if I were in the colorful Grand View Garden of fallen petals.
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