"If they are all beautiful, how is it different from others? Even a small wildflower is still a beautiful little wildflower." Yan Huan said with a smile, just hiding the old and worn hands, but she no longer felt it was a shame, but felt that it was a red rose behind the thorns, a medal for her to live well now.
Without Jiang Yao, she would never know how to love herself, but because of Jiang Yao, she was involved in countless quarrels and emotional disputes with her friends and family. She was in the hospital bed; she was holding her stomach in pain in the classroom, pinching her white hands, and lying on the desk with the pain in her chest; she had countless insomnia and nightmares. Some people may care about her, but no one cares about her.
From a distance, five boys and girls looked down the mountain together. The girl's gentle long hair was blowing wantonly in the winter wind. The boy was obviously much taller than the girls. They had already graduated and bought a can of beer to celebrate New Year's Eve on the mountain and set off fireworks. The five of them shouted to the bottom of the mountain in unison, "We graduated!!" Yan Huan finally couldn't help it at this moment, her eyes were wet. She was uneasy. She was afraid of the separation of the five after graduation, but she couldn't help but look forward to the future when they grew up.
Yan Huan is a rose on a thorn bush. It blooms delicately and proudly, and is a white rose dyed red by the blood in the thorn bush. This is a transformation that is exchanged for life and growth time and time again. Although the blood stains the white petals, it is not a shame, but becomes the indispensable beauty of the rose.
This novel cannot be said too much in the introduction, because this is not only the story of Yan Huan, but also the youth of ordinary teenagers. I will use all my pen and ink to write about youth.
Purpose: They say thorn bushes hurt people, but he is the knight of the rose