The white gauze dress was dyed red, just like before, she walked on the stage forbearingly, and at a glance, her eyes were dim, tears fell from her eyes, and she danced with emotion. The music stopped, and the people in the audience were filled with wonder and tears. With a whimper, the people on the stage fell heavily on the stage, and many audience members burst into tears, regretting the death of a talented dancer, and a string of codes fell into their hearts - 50.
"The waves of rice in the fields, the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the breeze, a warning,..." There are still many things that she can't let go of in that city. When she returns to her hometown, she buries her guilt, condemns herself, blames herself, gives up her dreams, abandons everything, is willing to fall, and rots in the plain water years. During this period, she made many friends and reunited with her childhood friends. She thought it was a glimmer of light in the darkness and the sweetness of ordinary life, and she began to pick up everything again. However, God always likes to play tricks on her. This is just a brisk part of the variations on suffering.
Her friend and dance partner was not afraid of traveling thousands of miles away, and just wanted an answer. He came back to confront her, "Didn't we say we would be together? Why? We obviously agreed!" But she had already shed tears.
"Everything is gone, and those have long been blurred."
He was innocent, but was bound by the crime he wanted to inflict. The last straw that broke the camel's back was the loss of hope.
This is a growth story. The immaturity and sensibility of childhood bury a sensitive and fragile heart; the enthusiasm and pain of youth are about finding joy in suffering and finding happiness in suffering; the pursuit and destruction of dreams are the price of growth; the reunion and separation of relatives and friends are the last straw that crushes her hope.
What about the choice between waking and dreaming? The ending is uncertain.
