Like a bright red tree standing in the soft wind.
She, dressed in a red dress, stood quietly on the stage.
So beautiful, so hopelessly lonely.
The long braid was woven into the tung leaves and stretched like the colorful wings of a bird. He couldn't see her expression clearly. He didn't know whether she was as tired as ever. He could only vaguely see the slightly raised corners of her mouth, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
As the song "Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens" played, the empty stage became alive with the sound of wind.
Her skirt was long and her hair was flying, and everyone was fascinated by her. But he knew that her dancing had the power to break away from everything.
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Omu wants to say that the perspectives of this article are cross-cutting, so don't be careless and click × if you find it confusing. . . A little PS: This is written by Mumu from junior high school, so please don't scold the current Mumu, okay QAQ... [This guy's high school philosophy resentment]: [Mumu was once again slapped by the political teacher PIA. T]
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