Pain lasts only a hundred days. Not all the south is called warmth. Tomorrow's white wedding, blue balloon and Su Xia and the sea are upside down. I haven't seen camellia for many years. I like your silence. If life is like the first time, you are my Chinese odyssey, and the sad pangolin can't find the shadow of the second filia, please accept the shadow of the fourth O 'Connor. Happiness is not over, wandering in tears, that summer was a flashy fairy tale. If you were a tear in my eye, the lantern would be fragile and the favor would be hard to get back. Loving you is my lonely heart. You can't see my old age on your way, and then we all cried and wandered in tears.
These are Xia Qixi's novels
Stars in the deep sea
You are my only memory.
These two are canoes.