Two-thousand-word prose of peony pavilion
Shallow love, accompanied by the end of the world, fell into the sea, is a blue fairy tale, is a tidal wave, whispering the mermaid's thoughts; Entering the mountain is a green ginkgo, which has refused to change its original intention for thousands of years; Sneaking into the night, it is the new ink that awakens the dream, waiting in a hurry at the pen tip, writing the end of lonely time.