I am wearing a thick vest and put here the words I wrote when I was nineteen years old. At the beginning, an editor said, if you don't have so many sad tones, maybe we will help you publish it. But I just wanted to be realistic, so I had no choice but to choose the dark style. Now it seems that there is indeed some unnecessary moaning. The feelings in the ivory tower are like the elegies of spring, and it is difficult to understand the deep meaning.
It is a bisexual experimental article with some minefields. If there are many readers, I will consider using this as a copy to expand the article. After all, there are many hidden clues in it, and the readers will be a little confused.
Stop writing here.