Jiang Yu spent more than ten years writing Li Mocheng into the rhyme and rhyme of every poem.
He is the perfect law of the silent operation of the universe,
It is the moon outside the window that is always cold and always out of reach.
Until fate is generous,
Let Li Mocheng walk into the dusk and dusk of Jiangyu,
But intimacy is the most precise chemical reagent,
It began to peel off the layer of glaze called "admiration" that Jiang Yu had applied to Li Mocheng's body.
She saw the back of the moon,
Those trivial cracks and ordinary dust covered tenderly by imagination,
Human body temperature comes with a little bit of coolness.
Submit this failure report, not to accuse, just to confirm——
The moon is always just hanging in the sky,
It was Jiang Yu who read it as a love poem without permission,
And the real light,
Perhaps from the moment of admitting "failure",
Just started to be reborn.
Purpose: To explore women's views on marriage and love