Tractor love is like Alice falling into a secret realm,
The morning light evaporates, my face turns red and my heart beats.
Elegant Mr. Rabbit doesn't drive a tractor;
The love rose does not belong to the Red Queen;
We are like the antipodal people in the textbook,
The soles of the feet face the soles of the feet.
++Talking about romance while riding on a tractor, the tears are also physiological tears of joy. Ten years later, this was a solemn funeral. My unspoken courage turned into "I am happy" under your gaze.
Tomorrow you will be awake, tomorrow you will be rational, tomorrow we will still be alienated.
My judgment will be tomorrow, and I will live by fantasy today. I imagine that I have your love, that I am rich and can be used as a ransom to redeem me from the way I was before I met you. ++++++
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++——Alice's Diary
Someone sings a love song
Someone recited a love poem
Someone writes a love letter
I write "someone"
What is this story about?
It's a battle between romanticism and forced realism.
In Alice's dream before she turned eighteen, Mr. Rabbit did not drive a tractor.
I am an author who writes about love in the world of words. I hope it can transcend the boundaries of romance novels and convey my romance.
Concept: A story of a lover and a story of being loved