Author: Su De
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Publish Date: 2003-06-01
Features: The author's words are like a net, those sweet, desperate, desolate, flourishing, wilting, just like the once spectacular years of our lives. In her words, we shed our own tears. The author is someone who can do the impossible well, bringing you surprise or envy. When spring comes, I begin to be narcissistic as a narrator, telling stories endlessly—my stories, your stories, her stories. I am Su De, unable to have long hair, or my neck would break. I sincerely exchange my stories with you, her, him, and everyone else. Let me be unlucky in age; no one remembers their birth. Many years ago, I attended high school on a small road, where there was a garden called Spring and Autumn Garden. In these years, I studied Chinese on the banks of a charming river, which is called Liwa River. Many years later, where will I be? I will definitely still be telling stories.
On this road, I want to tell a story
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