Essay about two heroines, age difference, be, first person, dual perspectives
The story begins when the rain falls and the flowers fly, and the story ends when the rain stops and the flowers fall. The ripples under the umbrella echo in the depths for a long time, shouting and hesitating, but they will eventually end when the rain stops.
That thin layer of almost transparent window paper probably shouldn't have been punctured, shouldn't have been punctured at that time, and shouldn't have allowed the ripples to oscillate unharmed. Even if the ripples cannot cross the cage-like ring marks on the fingers. At that time, the scars of abstinence that faded silently did not dare to restore the ripples that once existed
I want to walk with someone, the bell stops and the rain disappears, and eventually the flowers fall and I am left alone
I didn't dare to delay anyone's youth. Suddenly, I was out of shape, and I was shocked to realize that I was the only one left under the umbrella.
Ripples appear, which is throbbing, but also imprisonment; faint traces of abstinence, it is a cage, and it is even more cowardly.
Intention: Ideals are subject to reality. Perhaps changing one factor can change the trajectory or even the outcome of things.