If today, I said that the Dream Chenfeng would be closed, many friends might scoff.But look at the calendar. This time, both Fantasy Chenfeng and Jiang Chen will become the smoke of the past, a little snowflake you encounter on the Internet. After melting, there will be no trace.I have been blogging for eight years.From the original spring of literature and thought, to the present, I can read two or three words without sound.My pen and ink are drying up. I'm not a poet. I'm just an ordinary person
Walking on the empty roadI watched the years come and goMemories of the stars and the moon in a hurryIn a twinkling of an eye, things have changedDoor, come and goTime, wandering in the airGreen vegetationIt's already a different styleContinuationChangeLeave everywhereDeparture everywhereWaiting for the good news in the future.That trace of lifeThe morning sunThat kiss of affectionBut that, fleeting time
