Love Is Like a Fern, Free and Happy

Long days, long days, Green hills, silent. I pick a cloud and put it in my heart, Stepping on the mottled road, dancing with you, Fern, I like your quiet growth posture. For three hundred million years, you have been silent, Not a single charming flower bloomed, not a ray of alluring fragrance breathed out, Just dancing like no one else, so comfortable. Is it for an ancient promise? Is it to miss the original homeland? In 300 million years, no one can understand your secret thoughts. Love is like a fern, in an everlasting way, Feel free and happy. This article is a slow-burning youth, inspirational, and love-type novel. It is delicate and sincere, without sadomasochism or abnormal love. It is a relatively innocent romance novel. It will be more exciting later. Dear friends who like this kind of articles, please support them by leaving comments, favorites, and recommendations!