The raindrops fell on the banana leaves, and my heart broke. The sound of rain hitting the banana leaves urged me to recall the beginning. The author wrote this sentence because he was depressed. At that time, the author was thinking about the sad mood in the past
"Linjiangxian·Drip of Bajiao Heartbreak"
Author: Nalan Xingde
Bajiao’s heart was broken, and the voice reminded her of the past. When I want to sleep, I still display old books. Yuanyang's small characters are still written with a rusty hand.
My tired eyes are blurry at first sight, and half of them are blurry when I look at them again. There is a solitary lamp in the cold rain in the secluded window.
After all the materials and love are exhausted, is there still love but no love?