She is an arrogant and arrogant woman. Once her career suffered a setback, she fell from heaven to hell. All the yearning for spring and snow turns out to be just for the training of Phoenix Nirvana in purgatory.
How is the human heart? What about human nature? They are no match for the pagoda of the philistines. A life of ups and downs is her destiny. The smoke from the fireworks at the bottom of the cliff is full of sourness and bitterness, and you are practicing the ability to shed tears while nodding and smiling.
She is a cicada whose wings were shattered. She is dead but not stiff. The spring breeze turns into rain the next year, and there is a sudden rebirth in the mud. After a winter of dormancy, when the cicada comes back, is it still the same beautiful figure?