[Instructions for reading the article]: There are a lot of OOC in this article's writing account of primary school students, which is a hole bigger than the sun. Since it is my first time to write an article, can you guys give me some pointers? You can scold the author, but don't scold the character. The character is innocent. It is the author's fault that the writing is bad for them, and they don't want to. Can you use civilized words when scolding the author? Warning: The protagonist has certain psychological disorders and self-mutilation tendencies. Generally speaking, she has a brain disease.
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"I am just a lonely soul from another world, carrying my mother's hope on my body, so I will not welcome death easily." ——Jiang Xiyue
"I am already covered with filth. Even if I appear in the daytime, the black mud in my blood will only be scorched, stiffened, and clogged by the sun, until I die." ——Grappa
How long does it take for a tree to go from green to withered? An autumn? No, just three seconds. What about recovery? "It will probably take a lifetime. I am not a cheerful person, so the negative emotions in my heart will only accumulate; I can also be said to be an indifferent person, so I will not be engulfed by emotions. The parasitic vines on the thin tree will not completely cover her (him), but can the weak sunlight support her growth?" The attitude of the boy with different eyes is as usual, but his eyes are like the abyss under the calm lake, and will be submerged if you don't pay attention. "What you have experienced is what you have experienced. Those sufferings will not dissipate with the passage of time. So, Conan, don't ignore Xiao Ai's feelings." The girl with different eyes stared into the eyes of the little detective, her expression more serious than ever. The last ray of sunset on the horizon became his foil. The drunken setting sun tried to stay awake, and the little afterglow fell on the person favored by the gods. "Okay, beautiful." Suddenly, the red-haired young man bent his eyes, as if stars had fallen into the world. In the deserted warehouse, the red-haired young man stared condescendingly at the people on the ground, his expression indifferent and his body slightly embarrassed. "Go to hell." The man who was motionless on the ground took out a bomb remote control from somewhere. "The only one who can kill me is myself." There was madness in the young man's eyes. He gave a wanton smile and slowly pointed the gun at his own head. Opposite him was the enemy's constricted pupils. "Bang, bang" explosions came from all around. The diffuse smoke, the sky-high firelight, and his flying red hair form a unique photo.
Intention: Brightness will prevail