This article can be regarded as half an OC work. The essence is to write a simple short story.
It would be a great honor if you can be liked
Maybe my narrative style and writing style may not be liked by you, but I am grateful that you noticed it.
Ps: It will be updated from time to time, depending on whether I have the energy to update here.
Second time: I didn't expect anyone to actually see it (surprised)
Here is a more formal introduction:
"Perhaps the so-called spring
It's just a crisp specimen
a bookmark
once a narcissus or butterfly
Maybe it's called spring"
——Yu Guangzhong's "Perhaps the So-Called Spring"
When Li Shu saw the tattoo pattern clearly on the back of her hand, all she could hear was the buzzing waves.
A light and crisp butterfly, with black veins wrapped around her orange spots, rested on the back of her trembling hand.
"Li Shu," Jiang Yuqian placed her thumb on Li Shu's cheekbone, and the transparent liquid spread along Jiang Yuqian's fingertips, "The wind is blowing."
Butterflies on the east coast flap their wings, and young breezes cross the river.
That wind has seen the sea.
Intention: love yourself