When I shed tears for the thousandth and first time and vowed not to shed tears again next time, I had a change of fortune. I let me tear up the green tea, let me take advantage of the advantages, let me tease the handsome guy, and even the aunt in the cafeteria stopped shaking. I believe God must have discovered this talent in me.
In a bustling city, there was a girl who cried often.
In the fairy tale continent, there is also a sentimental fairy who often sheds tears without scruples.
They dream about the future every day, but they always fall into the pale reality.
Reality overlaps and time flies by. Two very similar people in different worlds experience their own stories, have their own dreams and lives, experience joys and sorrows in the pursuit, and finally move towards a vast future.
In the dark night, there are always lonely crying children.
In the dawn, there are always travelers who stand strong.
It's basically a nondescript mixture of fairy tale and reality. It's a short story, you can come in and read it.
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Intention: There is always truth, goodness and beauty in the world (serious)
