In a dark room, the silent teenager stood at the window, taking pictures of the girl next door. The camera crossed the dark streets and icy air, and arrived at the bright window divided into tic-tac-toe by the wooden window frames, without a moment's pause on the beautiful girl who was scratching her head. The girl turned her back to the camera and was blocked by her girlfriend, but he carefully captured her face in the mirror, calm and graceful, the girl’s blush and shallow smile, just like Raphael’s oil paintings, solemn and solemn. Hold, holy and beautiful.
The girl's name is Jenny, which is my favorite name. She is like a carefree girl with long light spots and clear blue eyes. She is gentle and warm. She is very much loved. However, Jenny in the movie is inferior and sensitive. In her, we see the figure of herself once, worries about youthful loneliness and rebellion, neglected and hopeless, unable to communicate, and let go.
She is not unbeautiful, but only he can capture her beauty, just as he turns a blind eye to the enchanting and provocative posture, and goes straight to find the gentleness of her nodding and bowing his head. As if he traveled through the sea of flowers, fragrant, but indifferent along the way, letting the delicate roses, pure lilies, passionate dahlias and elegant violets all disappointed and withered, but he went to look for the humble iris under the shadow of the corner. Flowers, put your hands free, as treasures.
[Love History] There is an article in the category of love and infatuation, I like it very much. I talked about a young man who was obsessed with a one-eyed prostitute and others laughed at him, so he said angrily: , There are no more than one eye. Fu Jiamu, you have to do one thing, but also ridicule! "Others think you are bad, but I think you are excellent. It turns out that the so-called love is the only feeling in the world that you are good.
Maybe we expect such a love to come suddenly, without reason, almost intuitive. There are so many beautiful women in the world, so many intelligent women, and so many gentle and considerate women than I am, but if you are weak, you can take a scoop and drink it alone.
So I hold your hand, walk through the bustling streets with brilliant neon lights, the crowds are hustle and bustle floating, and the heart is still like water, those are just illusions like floating clouds. In my heart, only you are the best.
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