My name is Xiaolan, some people call me Steamed Bun, Zhuzhuxia, and recently I was forced to become Bajie.
This is a self-narration of my life, about my understanding of life, youth and love. I was a little confused and tried to wake myself up in words.
I am lazy, lazy pig steamed bun.
I like the sky. When I walk, I look up at the sky. Many times, I actually don't see anything.
I like the grassland and yearn for that feeling of freedom, because most of the time I feel that I am not free.
I like plum blossoms. The red plum blossoms bloom so brightly that they drive away the cold in winter.
I always remember that one evening, there was light rain in the sky, and the whole world was gray. I stood by the bridge and quietly looked at Jiangnan in the rain. The years are quiet and peaceful, so peaceful.
I want to use words to record my life, bit by bit
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