Social fear, introverted little tree x careful and gentle grass
Some people often ask, "What is love?" "Love is a slightly tilted umbrella on a rainy night; love is a hand held tightly in a confused sea of people; love is a letter written for no one. The road is endless, and people chase love, gain love, and lose love here. Time flies, and suddenly the years have passed...
After several twists and turns, Lin Xia's unrestrained freedom was damaged by the ruthless poem of time, and its edges were gradually smoothed. "The river of time flows into the sea, and finally we part ways. "Friends also drove to their own piers at various ports with the running time. Gradually, Lin Xia's friends disappeared from her side, and what still lingered in her mind was the retreating figure of her companions. They were all walking side by side to pursue their dream voyage, and only Lin Xia was alone and trapped in the sea of misery.
"Why do I have no friends? Am I not good enough in appearance, not good enough in my grades, am I not worthy of being loved? " Lin Xia asked herself over and over in her heart, day after day, week after week. The questions lingered in her mind and spread to her heart. In the dark night, she was often surrounded by the silent silence. However, when the morning light showed, she still stepped forward to welcome the new day and embrace the sunshine. Wutong Street was filled with the sunshine that belongs to summer. . Although Xia was so grand and beautiful, she walked down the tree-lined path with her eyes evasive like a sticky note stuck to her body. The full moon was embedded in the dark night, and the thin needle pierced her heart.
At this point, the four seasons in Linxia are all about winter... A long, lightless night, a person's insomnia, and an empty room. Until that summer, she saw "spring" again
Many years later, Lin Xia was asked again in an interview, "What is love?" "This self-proposition. Lin Xia pursed her lips slightly with a lingering smile. Suddenly, a breeze blew across her face, and the chirping of cicadas was accompanied by the sweet breath of phoenix flowers and the wind, causing ripples in Lin Xia's heart - "Love is the best of us. "
After walking through this fog, it's the summer solstice again.
Purpose: Follow the direction of the wind to pursue dreams and find freedom