My name is Luo Qingyan.
I often have a dream about Paris. In the dream, I stand on the Pont de l'Alma admiring the flash of the Eiffel Tower. There is someone watching with me, but I don't see his face clearly. I have fear, expectation, impulse, and confusion.
When I woke up, the iron tower outside the window was a metallic yellow, so unchanged that it made me sick, but wasn't this the Paris I thought about day and night?
Love in a foreign country is mixed with reality, making people sad and sad.
Looking back, there are too many passers-by, but there is always one person who I want to hold on to, because that is the only flame.
===＞In 2012, I simply wrote the beginning, but I didn't have the patience to write and proofread it seriously, and I also forgot about my previous account. . Today I mustered up my courage again and made up my mind to write down the words well. After all, these stories have been in my mind for too long. . Those who come to read the article, don't forget to bookmark, follow and comment! I need you very much! ! !