I like your writing style, which is plain yet flavorful, Rong Rong. I always get lost in your articles.
If life were just like the first time we met...
Like this:
In his long life, he will never know that there was once such an ordinary girl, full of pure admiration, waiting at the street corner every day, just to secretly peek at a piece of his clothes; he will never know that there was once such a fisherman girl, who refused to reveal his whereabouts even after being whipped; he will never know again that on the night of saving him, the girl carefully held out the red daughter that her dead parents had prepared for her to get married, and had treasured it for more than ten years.
The vicissitudes of life and warmth are very interesting to look back on! (Insert a sentence: If it were me, I would unravel the cycle of reincarnation for generations, eternal life, never meet again, XXXX, etc. To have a more majestic feeling, and then go back to the first meeting, push it to a climax, and finally destroy it.)
I like your writing style, which is plain yet flavorful, Rong Rong. I always get lost in your articles.
If life were just like the first time we met... Like this: In his long life, he will never know that there was once such an ordinary girl, full of pure admiration, waiting at the street corner every day, just to secretly peek at a piece of his clothes; he will never know that there was once such a fisherman girl, who refused to reveal his whereabouts even after being whipped; he will never know again that on the night of saving him, the girl carefully held out the red daughter that her dead parents had prepared for her to get married, and had treasured it for more than ten years. The vicissitudes of life and warmth are very interesting to look back on! (Insert a sentence: If it were me, I would unravel the cycle of reincarnation for generations, eternal life, never meet again, XXXX, etc. To have a more majestic feeling, and then go back to the first meeting, push it to a climax, and finally destroy it.)