Who said wings are always pure white? What I see in front of me are orange wings. The pure white wings are pure, and the orange wings are the jumping of youth, so cute. We don't want sad tears, we want to cry with laughter, tears exuding sweetness, raising the corners of youthful and joyful mouth, slightly raising the corners of the eyes, tomorrow will still be sunny!
To the stubborn Xiaohan: The wind blew the broken hair around the ears, and the corners of the mouth raised a stubborn arc. There was ringing laughter in my ears, as if a gentle little hand was caressing my palm. Learn to wait, but forget to feel. The sudden surge of warmth gently melts the ice. I was heartbroken to leave, but I still watch the beautiful fairy tale.
To my dear Miao Miao: the corners of her eyes are affectionate and her brows are pretty. Once, the tears in Xiaoxiang's eyes were scattered with the petals; now it is that delicate rose. Are you okay on B12? But still remember that proud rose that bloomed for you? Still fiercely open, still guarding the softest place in my heart.