Heart Disease

In my hometown, poplar trees are planted neatly beside the asphalt road. There are scars on the tree trunks that have healed after the branches were cut off, like eyes; there are also passers-by's "visit here". It's as if you saw yourself holding out your clean heart when you were good, and you tacitly engraved your name on it one stroke at a time. This is love in my eyes. I am no longer young. Another year has passed. Oscar Wilde said that if a person wants to regain his youth, all he has to do is repeat the stupid things he did in the past. The love in my eyes is probably part of such youth. This is the last dream of my student days, a colorful dress woven with countless mistakes. Because you are holding my hand deep into the jungle. I only hope that I still have enough courage and luck to continue to be so stupid. Completed. Ask for a pat. Tragic ending. Conception: