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[Introduction]: Please forgive me for my immature words and disorganized writing. If my story can bring you some feelings, calm your heart and make your mouth smile, I am willing to do so. Preface: not long ago, I started to write about the past. I dare not speak out, because it was a period of time that couldn’t be described by words at all. I can’t change it into a novel arbitrarily, or tell it to everyone as a story, it is even more impossible to speak to yourself from beginning to end. However, publishing this paragraph is my constant wish. Whether I am selfish, persistent or overconfident, I will smile and accept it happily. But today, with an optimistic attitude, I want to tell you my story. This all comes from Qiong Yao’s words. I have just read several works written by Qiong Yao. Although those stories are just the tip of the iceberg of the works written by Qiong Yao, they let me know that the articles can be written so comfortably, fun. Reading makes people full of touching and cheerful atmosphere. Although tears are shining, the lips are raised. This part of mine is so sad and crazy. At first, just because I didn’t dare to quote, I wrote the desolation in my heart implicitly. When I read it, it seemed that I was brought to the pale yellow earth in autumn, and the sky was covered with rolling dark clouds, which was an endless sense of depression. As a result, even I didn’t want to open the file and continue to create, for fear of falling into it and being unable to extricate myself. After reading the water spirit written by the writer Qiong Yao, the sense of freshness rose leisurely. I thought that maybe I could describe a story of mine with fresh words. Today, I said with a smile: whether it is bitter or sad, it is a period of past time, a period of time that affects my whole life and makes me remember. Thinking of you, thinking of you I love, I should not be sad, I should smile at you. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful thing. Thank you for letting me love for the first time regardless of myself. Thank you for letting me clearly sink into the illusion that you love me. Your face appears in front of me, and your busy figure never looks at me. I see that your expression is relaxed and happy. I want to make you happy all the time. I stood far away, standing invisible, looking at you, thinking, how good it is, you are busy with you, I am doing mine, I will not disturb you, it won’t let your tired body and mind take care of a little me. I wish you happiness, just as I wish myself happiness. My beloved, for so long, separated for so long, I smiled for the first time. I almost burst into tears. It was the words of Qiong Yao and the words I loved that gave me courage and made me sweet. Looking back, I smiled. Looking at you, I only have one wish. I wish you happiness forever. Please forgive me for my immature words and disorganized writing. If my story can bring you some feelings, calm your heart and make your mouth smile, I am willing to do so. The beginning of the pure white love story is neither in the clear sunshine nor in the poetic moonlight. I can’t remember the beginning of the story at all. Think about it, it should be one night, or evening, maybe. I was in the house and didn’t notice how dim the sky was outside. I sat in front of the desk in the dormitory, which was painted white. The incandescent lamp light delivered from the desk lamp made the desk look colder and colder. I looked at the unfolded textbook with Blurred eyes and wild thoughts, and began to pay attention to your existence. My lover, how much I think, I am in the quiet bamboo forest, in front of the half-open screen window, holding his cheek, looking out of the window at a clear night through a hint of dense cigarette, thinking about your existence, you. If we had such a beautiful and poetic beginning, we might not have such an indifferent future. We are like pedestrians with their back. I suddenly look back and deeply love your back, but you have been looking ahead and leaving. Lover, at that time, I didn’t love you, but only noticed your existence. I just started to collect your information and know everything about you. However, I ignored that night a year ago, that understated moment. At that time, we were far away from each other. We had no ties or emotions. We just saw you, but you didn’t find me in the crowd. At that time, I looked at you calmly, didn’t see your beauty, didn’t notice your good, just a rush, a glance. I turned my head, my sight left you, causing magnificent waves in my heart. What kind of surging hint was that? I shook my head and despised the absurd agitation in the dark. Lover, today, I know that everything has already been doomed. It is a journey that I cannot escape. Thank you, your lover, for all the unforgettable memories you have given me. Thank you, my lover, for guiding my life to this day. In the first days, I giggled, paid attention to you intentionally or unintentionally, and put you in my heart intentionally or unintentionally. I am innocent and naive, with my whole body being silly, so I put you in my heart unsuspectedly. How could I think that the purity that I love has made me miserable and made me gradually become your slave, it causes me to expand you into my empty heart. Without you, I wouldn’t be so disgusted with my extreme and persistence. It is they that make me become another appearance for you, and they make me persist in experiencing all the pain and happiness, until left them. In just two years, I have gone through all my joys and sorrows just for you. Now, I think about your appearance, and the leisurely love is lingering in my mind. I put down everything, calm down, thank you, my lover, thank you for giving me everything. 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