I have a story,
There is a girl in the story. The girl has a sweetheart, and the girl also stands on the top of other people's hearts.
The girl's sweetheart is the tallest bamboo growing in the most desolate place.
But the girl is the sun, noble and arrogant, so the bamboo can only be regarded as a weed.
Weeds, how dare they think of the sun.
Girls don't think so, but they think so; weeds think so too.
Later,
The weeds died in a ridiculous fire;
Later,
The sun is just the sun.
Intention: He is her first choice, which is worldly and unreasonable