Red Luan Is Born

Bookmark this article★～Click me to bookmark me～★ [I would like you to listen to me with a poem] Her loneliness cannot be written into a book His ambiguity cannot be lost Qingcheng has no tricks to attack the mind Hongluan was born as a king [It is said that there will also be an introduction] Fate is a lonely belief. We are strangers from different walks of life, why do we need to know each other when we meet? That's what she believed. However, no matter how calm the pond is, it cannot be wrinkled by the spring breeze. When we first met, she was a lonely girl who could not be toyed with, and he was the nectar of ignorant sentient beings. She was moved by his composition and recognized the young man in her eyes. From then on, a secret love arose, which is called mutual sympathy. She writes lonely books for him, draws pictures of the city at dusk, sings about the love between butterflies and flowers, and strives to get closer to him. Because of her, he ended his relationship with girls, changed his mind, refused to study abroad, and kept her status as usual. We had known each other for two years, but we had never really seen each other until they were far apart and continued their lives. Her blue color, his beauty, have they ever come closer? The paranoia and pride of the two people, and the various conflicts between them, how could they lose completely? Many things arranged by God coincidentally leave people speechless. When they met again, she was still the second-dimensional person who claimed to be heartless and loveless, but he changed his coolness and gentleness, forcing her to retreat step by step. He ignored the peach blossoms around her; there were countless pinks around him, but she cared. So this is love? So it wasn't just wishful thinking? There are some things that go back and forth that cannot be traced or recalled. The people in front of me and the people around me are the big ones now because it's you. Red Luan is born, and since it is destiny, we should follow it, why not? I am envious of you. [Then attach a fragment of the letter] Gan Wei: Before the loneliness is over, please allow me to shed less tears. Su Xin: Strange people, strange things, and strange scenes are all the same to me. But the premise is that someone must be with you. [There is also a small theater with one sentence] It is a pseudo-life story about a young and artistic young woman and several young and artistic young men who come and go through art and art. [Ps/This article is not a novice. It is extremely slow-moving, has unclear feelings, and is a little out of touch. It is an imaginary youth. The connotation is attached. The style of writing is solitary and the writing is immature. From high school to college. There are no large-scale dramas yet. It's neither bloody nor ridiculous. It's just plain little literature. Even if it doesn't suit the public's taste, please don't dislike it. Please support, please collect, please understand the difficulty of updating the article