This is my attempt to write a long story. Although it is fast travel, it feels completely different from writing short and medium stories. Thanks to the little angels who have been chasing updates! Next, I will write short and medium stories to adjust TT Welcome to watch!
I plan to create a collection of episodes, Ningning’s episodes will be updated in the collection, as well as the previous articles, including Xiaoyu and Daxie, Beibei and Yuan Ge, Qingxue and Mr. Qi, Xiaofu and Xiaoruan, Little Treasure, Big Treasure, Brother Xinxinjin... and future articles, if you think of any stalks, you will update them in the collection, and you can also add some stalks, and write ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄＊₎◞ ̑̑
As for Ning Ning's side story, my plan is to write another world, and I plan to release it together after writing.
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Because the word count of a chapter is more than 1000, please share some favorite poems, you can skip it.
seven times i despised my soul
Gibran
For the first time, when I saw that she was weak when she could climb high.
The second time, when I saw her in front of the broken leg, she pretended to be limping too.
The third time, when she faced a choice, she chose ease over hardship.
The fourth time, when she has transgressed, she comforts herself with the same transgressions of others.
The fifth time, when she called her weak cringe a mighty stoic.
The sixth time, when she despises an ugly face, but does not know that it is her own face.
The seventh time, when she sang hymns to God and thought that was virtue.
we even lose
Neruda
We even lose this evening.
No one sees us holding hands in the twilight
When the blue night falls on the world.
i have seen from my window
The scene of the sunset on the top of the mountains in the distance.
sometimes a patch of sun
Burning like a gold coin between my hands.
I wrap my tight around me
Souls in the sorrow you know remember you.
so where are you
Who else is with you?
What did you say?
Why the whole love suddenly fell upon me
When I'm sad and feel like you're far away?
The book that is always opened at dusk falls,
And my cloak rolls at my feet like a wounded dog.
always: you always step back through the twilight
Step back to where dusk begins to erase the statues.
summer sun
Haizi
summer,
If this street had no shoemaker,
I will go barefoot,
Stand under the sun and look at the sun,
I think of children born in the daytime,
It must be on purpose,
You come to the world,
You have to look at the sun,
with your sweetheart,
walking down the street together,
understand her,
Also know the sun,
(a group of healthy workers
smoking a cigarette at noon)
summer sun,
sun,
When Christ came into the world,
He also grew up in the sun.
if there is a love that is
never meet
never speak
never again
just like
fire that never ignites
staring at the dark sky alone
Xi Murong
Pushkin
I have been Love You before,
love maybe
Not quite dead in my soul,
I hope it doesn't bother you anymore,
I don't want to make you sad anymore.
I loved you silently and hopelessly,
I suffer both shame and jealousy,
I once loved you so sincerely and so tenderly,
May God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do.
lock bag
This is also a lesson from God:
He taught me to accept remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger,
And renew, change love, stop falling in love with passing water,
Turn around in the sea of bitterness, and realize Lan Yin early.
