Standing on the new threshold of life and looking at the bumps and scars of the past, we understand the completeness of life. I don't want to use gorgeous words to describe my life, I just want to fill my world with the faint fragrance of flowers. The flowers are blooming on the treetops, and the laughter under the trees is sweet...
Once, a man said to me: "Woman, you really make me uncomfortable. I hold it in my mouth for fear of melting, and hold it in my hand for fear of falling. But what should I do?" Then he would pinch the tip of my nose with his hands.
Once, a man said to me: "Woman, if you feel wronged, come to my arms and cry. Don't cry silently alone. I will feel sorry for you?" Then, he would touch my black hair.
Once, a person said to me: "Woman, your eyes are so beautiful, and the light brown color is really delicious. From now on, you can only have me in your eyes, you know?" Then, he would pat my bangs.
Once upon a time... How many more once upon a time? Maybe I can't remember it, maybe it's deep in my bones.
However, later on, I deeply remembered how he cut my heart into pieces, then trampled on it, and finally left...
When he came into my world, I realized that there was someone who couldn't express himself, but could really hold me in his arms and give me warmth; there was someone who couldn't coax me, but could really protect me from being hurt; there was someone who wouldn't allow me a future, but could really put me in his future and give me a ray of hope, and didn't care about my past.
That year, next to his green military uniform, I saw flowers blooming.
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