The young man stood under the moon, with the roses blooming around him, and scattered light shone on him. Lin Wan kept smiling at me, and he said, "The roses on the street corner have bloomed." I was confused, and he kept saying, "You are my rose." That night, the roses on the street corner bloomed.
Our rose.
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1 Short essay
2The ending is good
3. The heroine in the article is written from the first perspective.
4There are prototypes
5. The inspiration in this article comes from - Honeysuckle
Intention: growth