"If my soul has a taste, put it in your mouth and savor it carefully. It will be bitter at first, or the taste of mugwort or countless mints, blending into the faint coolness and bitterness between your mouth and tongue. You may be temporarily intoxicated, as if you are seeing a not bad day. The sun is setting in the west, but the sky is just right. The orange-red color is just right to embellish it; but then, it is like a violent storm sweeping across, it comes with great momentum and indomitable, the simple bitterness or the taste even more bitter than gall violently hits the coating of your tongue, as if your enemy is looking into your eyes with bitterness and hatred, dark hatred. Hate, a strong bitter taste. It is also like in Russian literature, in a room that has not seen the sun for a long time, a hunched back of a young man in a thick coat is coughing. Yes, the smell of medicine has marinated every corner of the room with a taste of boredom and hopelessness... You are made miserable by this bitterness, Secretly looking forward to it, after the dark and humid rainy season, will there be a ray of sunshine pouring down from the thick clouds? That warm, indescribable, loving hand like the arrival of Heavenly Father... Just a ray is enough, a ray is enough to soothe your taste buds, your long-dried taste buds... That desire, that soul.
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But no. My end will also be bitter.
I am miserable. "
——"I am bitter"
*Excessive pressure, the product of listening to music or imagination, in short, the story of a clichéd heroine who becomes a writer in the literary world.
*There is no romance plot line. The heroine is like a stone in a latrine, smelly, hard and cold.
Intention: Ethereal, but with roots.