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Spring will witness the beginning of our love, and autumn will ripen our hearts until we fall in love.
My love, you are my precious treasure. You are like a clear spring, filling my dry heart. I may be a bunch of thorns, growing wildly. You have seen my end, so you came to me again, turned into a gardener, and pruned me carefully, even if you were pricked, you still enjoyed it. I couldn't bear to see you covered with bruises, and I learned to put away my sharp edge in your hands.
You saw my change and raised the corners of your mouth towards me. Your two protruding tiger teeth pulled at your lips, which looked like a cat's mouth.
You treat me sincerely and change my heart; you show me the world and understand it. You crowned me with wicker, and the spring breeze played music for us along with the songs of birds. At that moment, I thought I had found the treasure I had been looking for for a long time.
You gave me the wings of freedom, but they forced me to fly. I was worried that you would be injured. My treasure is free, but it must not be damaged. I want you to wait for me to come back, but why are you so disappointed?
I saw your diary, and it turns out that you have been recording every bit of our lives. My thoughts are like a ball of thread that stores fine needles. The needles are so thin and small that I can't detect them. But once I think of you, severe pain comes like a tide, thin and dense. Did it hurt as much as it does now when my thorn pricked you?
When summer comes and autumn comes, I can't wait to rush here, but they stop me, but I just want to see you as soon as possible. I saw a beautiful figure in the dense crowd, it was you, my mind went blank for a moment, and my body caught you first. The longing accumulated over the years was interpreted at the moment I saw you, but what was more turbulent than the longing was the love that I could not express.
This time, our minds are connected and our lives are connected. We embraced each other in the autumn sunshine and wept in the sound of blessings, as if we were about to cry out all the years of unwillingness and reluctance.
The above is written from Gong's perspective. It's my first time writing an article and there are many small flaws. You can tell me about it!
This article contains a lot of gossip, so please be careful!
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