Youth is a disorderly poem, with neither rhyme or rhyme, nor many extra radicals.
All living beings come in all shapes and sizes, but they all have the same appearance. Few people can polish their souls.
——[Jingzhujiao]
In the vast world, there are all kinds of things. Under the flying clouds, Bi Yanan seems to be as humble as the dust.
"Ordinary" is the adjective that everyone says most about Bia Nan - "a pretty ordinary girl."
Bia Nan is timid, boring, and slow, just repeating the rush of time day after day.
Until one day, it seemed as if the years had slowed down and the story was in slow motion. Cen Zhen's appearance was like the opening of an old movie, with the background music playing and swaying into Bi Yanan's life.
Those who know Cen Zhen say that she is like a clear moon, bright and not dazzling, and its light is bright and fascinating.
After all, everyone hopes for the moon to shine.
During that time, there were always discussions in the school. It was rumored that Bia Yanan must have used some means. How could a good person like Cen Zhen be with the ordinary Bia Nan. Even Bia Yanan felt that Cen Zhen had ulterior motives.
It's like, for people who are used to the dark night, even the moonlight feels dazzling.
Bia Nan thought that she only hugged the moon briefly, but later, the moon was so close to her heart.
Many, many years later, every time she dreamed about it at midnight, only Cen Zhen knew that she was glad that she was a lonely moon and was lucky enough to meet that asteroid.
Intention: Everyone else has mediocre sentences, but you are the lines of poetry.