I wrote short essays intermittently for half a year, with quite a long gap.
Note: The whole article is more like the growth process of a princess.
"I still recognize you," the princess's eyes were blazing as her gorgeous clothes were clustered like delicate flower buds. "You are a dragon transformed from air and fire salt."
Her long golden hair shone like the sun, more dazzling than the gold in the dragon's treasury. The blue eyes are quenching a scorching light, which seizes the soul, far beyond the inorganic gemstones.
The princess opened her arms as if embracing the free flowing wind.
"Take me away."
——The dragon kidnapped the princess. It wants the princess to be its treasure.
Folk poets played the harp and sang, and the music flowed into the streets and alleys. Everyone thought so and lamented.
But it was never the dragon who kidnapped the princess.
Purpose: Embrace freedom