A secret love begins with the pure beauty of glass fireworks, and ends in embarrassment with indifference and forgetfulness.
When Tongzi first met Zhukong, her heart felt as sweet as a piece of candy. It was the first time in college that someone of the opposite sex was so close to my heart. Every conversation they had was unique and precious, and there was no room for carelessness.
It seems that their acquaintance was an accident.
In fact, the process was very beautiful. At first, because we had just met each other, we tried our best to show each other our shining parts. Zhukong's calligraphy is excellent, and his words are like the person he is, clean and comfortable, giving people a sense of appropriateness. Tongzi is good at words. Her words are always beautiful and joyful, and they often make those who read them clear and clear.
The two of them had their own strengths and cherished each other. Her words and the poems she liked were always copied by him carefully and carefully. Because of his copying, the words seemed to have more charm. Originally, they were just lifelike butterflies drawn on the page. Now, written by his kind and graceful pen, they seemed to come alive immediately. From his page, they flew in front of them, dancing.
As time goes by, there will only be more pages like this, not less. The two of them interacted peacefully and cherished this time. She planted an enchanting lotus in his heart, and he grew into a light of peace of mind in the long night.
At that time, they would feel the satisfaction and joy of meeting a close friend in the mountains and flowing water, and the singing of peach blossoms ten miles away from each other's every word.