“but she is my butterfly.”少年溥儀面對(duì)著那么一群自稱是他的媽媽的妝畫(huà)得像僵【jiāng】尸的先王遺妃,丟掉了自己依賴的阿嬤,無(wú)助而哀傷。他剛剛從一個(gè)帝王的謊言中被擊醒,就立刻失去他人生最溫暖的港灣。那個(gè)女人被匆匆忙忙地趕上那頂灰蒙蒙的轎子,因?yàn)樽辖抢锊恍枰粋€(gè)年過(guò)十...
The beauty of life lies in its infinite possibilities. As we gradually become mature, and gradually form a complete and stable through, but we inevitably will become no fun adult children eyes. Our every day life of nine to six, mode of thinking is more sim...
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