The February rain was wrapped in the biting wind, and a blue bird fell on his shoulder.
The life we all know - the fiery twenty-eight years, put away the last fireworks and return to the life recognized by the mainstream view - get married and have children.
Many times I don't know if I can survive, or in other words, how long can I survive? I don't want to hide my homosexuality indifferently like stubbing out a cigarette with a red star, and then live a "normal" life in disguise.
They say that you have to grow up eventually, you have to take on the responsibilities of an adult and give an explanation to your parents, otherwise you are unfilial.
To live is to live casually, to live in comfort is to commit a crime.
Many flowers bloom in the future, but the cold winter is destined to be lonely.
"I want to see the snow in Beijing, wander around, and spend all night in the subway station. I want to fall in love with the person I love for ten years. Starting from the age of twenty, we will go to the grasslands of Tibet, wear those bloated but extremely warm Tibetan robes, and live in those blue-grey tents set up with quilts. We will raise many, many "White sheep, we will sit on the high grass and watch the dark blue starry sky at starry nights," I said when I was eighteen years old. "We will break up at the end of ten years. If he wants to get married, I will use all my savings to buy him a wedding gift. Then I will continue to wander."
"Unrealistic fantasy" was the gentlest scorn anyone could use to hear me say this.
I know this is almost absurd, just like Zixia said, the person I love is an unparalleled hero, and one day he will come to marry me with his feet on seven-colored clouds.
Conception: