"Those who pursue light die on the eve of dawn."
"Books are like green mountains, often stacked in disorder; lamps are like red beans, the most lovesick" - Ji Yun
The wind blew his long hair and messed up the earphone cords. Shuxiang sat on the beach, listening to the lingering and crisp sound of the waves, and watching the seagulls dance. Can the sea hear the girl's longing?
Strong winds blew from the rough sea, and the snow-white waves rolled up were like the layers of sleeves danced by a skilled dancer. The mist was like a piece of gauze, trying to cover the incomplete world, ebbing and flowing. The boy was lying on the beach. The sudden huge waves seemed to swallow him up, and the thunder on the rainy day was deafening. "Shu Xiang, do you miss me?"
[To say that your appearance is like a sincere and passionate rose in the winter. I think I have found my own sunflower. I will always like you in the next life, and the next life after that.]
——You know, I love you, not just me."
——Why are you crying? Be happy.
——Shu Xiang, eat more.
Thank you and farewell.
/Be
Intention: Cherish the present and live in the present