Van Gogh said in a letter to Theo that everyone has a fire in their heart, and people passing by only see smoke,?
But there is always someone, there is always someone who can see this fire, and then come over and stay with me.
I saw his fire in the crowd, and I walked over quickly, fearing that if I were slower, he would be drowned in the dust of time.
With my enthusiasm, my indifference, my fury, my gentleness,
As well as having no reason to believe in love, I was out of breath.
I stammered to him, "What's your name?"
It started with what's your name, and later, everything.
The story of Qiao Yu and Xiao Heng
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就要完结了是什么节奏。。。这绝对是我买过的第一个V文了。。。（前面后面毫无关系-_-||）