Late at night, the autumn rain hums an eye catcher, and everything goes to sleep. Just me, like "everyone is drunk, but I am awake alone", leans against the window and listens to the patter.
By zhuwei2 years ago in Fiction
There is a song that resounds through the sky; There is a song with melodious melody; There is a song that I remember... Looking back on the past, the colorful youth is passing away quietly. Looking forward to the future, I can't forget the memories left by the youth.
By zhuwei2 years ago in Humans