My name is Ran Ran, an ordinary high school girl. After reading countless romance novels and having several crushes, I thought I was invincible in love and an old man who has seen through life. After experiencing the painful hardships of the high school entrance examination in life, I inspired to stick to my first love and devote myself to studying. However, I met him during the summer vacation of this year. From then on, the indifference in my heart could not be preserved, because, after all, he came slowly, a little late, a little untimely, but he came. When he first appeared in my sight, I knew, oh, he has arrived. (This is a true story, but the names of the characters and the school are made up. I want to write it down, so that's it)
We are like ignorant silkworms, constantly spinning out false threads, but wrapping ourselves in truth. How brave it takes to break out of the cocoon, but how necessary it is that we have the responsibility to bring ourselves back to the real world. In the real world, there will not be so much false love, false hatred, false jealousy and false anxiety. We make up our own stories, and in turn feel ourselves to be the victims of them, feeling as innocent as we are ignorant of them. Sometimes we are even woven into other people's false stories. No matter how we explain or clarify, it's useless.