When I was 16 years old, she and I were together again, looking at the stars and planning the future. When she got the silver medal of the Lotus Cup, I broke up with her and she slapped me in the face and ran away.
Several years later, she ran towards me holding the Taoli Cup gold medal. Against the light, I couldn't see her face clearly, but I knew that the little swan had grown up. In the years since I left, her white wings gradually became fuller, and she also had countless scars on her body, which were the growth she gained with blood and tears. Countless hard work has resulted in blooming on the stage again and again. She is a rose, a rose that captures the heart and soul.
Those who are yellow inside are actually pure girls who are attacked by the sultry white swan
A sweet campus article
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