Write a composition. The master came in.

Last life, I think, my last life. If I was a violet in a forgotten river in my previous life, what about you? What are you? Brocade of flowers, different looks and faces. Numerous prosperous times, noble and elegant. I was inside, dressed in plain clothes, with drooping eyelids and cold eyes, clear as water. Look into your eyes, touch your back, be independent from dust, be graceful and smile instantly. I am silent and alienated for you, as cold as a lotus flower. The sun is spreading, and I have been in a trance all day. You are the king on high. Come for the fragrance of my floating lotus. A pilgrimage order, the difference between clouds and mud, is a world of difference. Tears seize the soul. Grace and reward, a beautiful robe. I left my memory behind and hurried away to the Imperial Capital. Since then, sweetness has blossomed for the king. Dare not look straight. I dare not speak. Dare not approach. You have the power over the world. At the foot of the son of heaven, I am still a violet in the forgotten river. Unsolved light sorrow, faint lotus fragrance, cold silence, clothes facing the wind. Here comes the king. Turn your eyes and hide your sadness. Touch the strings and wear sleeves to invite the moon to sing. The cup is empty, the gauze is light, and it is like a violet. The skin is as cold as water and gradually warms up in love. Everything about me is displayed in the sound of the night flute. Loneliness. When Xiao Yu knocked on the window in the early morning, he turned around and was empty. Jade has the cold of last night. Be my woman. Recalling the king's words, I stared at the sadness that could not be brushed away. I'm just an actor. The difference is that my body has been branded as the son of heaven. Like a thorn lotus on my shoulder. Elegance and lightness are king. Crazy eyes, groans of pain, blood dripping in the shadow of the sword and arrow. In troubled times, the army and horses compete. Three thousand harem, eyes like a sword. Prosperity and wealth are fleeting. A pilgrimage made the world chaos and tears flowed. I am still dressed in plain clothes, and I will never learn to be enchanting. In the cloud and water account, my cheeks are stained with tears, and I play the lingering lotus song with my heart. A melancholy tune, a lonely child in troubled times. I am back in oblivion. In a hurry, I'm a passer-by. I forgot Sichuan on my knees and stood on tiptoe to show my beauty. Waiting for the afterlife ... The world is full of sunshine and spring. I'm walking in the busiest street in this city in a short black skirt. Black is not chosen to get rid of naivety, but to cover up inner panic and pain. I looked at the bustling streets with a cold face, and my mood didn't improve at all. My hands keep sweating, like a strong loneliness and a desire to be hugged and warm. I saw myself in front of the fitting mirror in that "Crazy Butterfly" store. My hair is dry and messy, and my eyes are sleepy. Pale face, withered like straw, simple dry lips. What is wrong with me? I asked myself quietly, tears accidentally fell down. When I was twenty, I didn't believe in love. However, I stubbornly believe that I will meet someone in the future. Give me the warmth I want. I began to wait in despair. I insist on calling myself a "blooming flower". I always feel that I should have been a violet in my previous life, blooming in the world of mortals. This play is very funny. Wandering on the Internet at midnight. Writing empty and lonely words. None of them can write completely. Panic footage. Then tell many people loudly in a lonely posture about my illness and stubbornness, my paleness and loneliness, my pain and enchanting. In fact, I know that the network is just a beautiful illusion, a short surprise moment. However, my fingers are floating with restless souls, banging on the keyboard and wandering around. Until I met a gentle man and gave me the love I wanted. So, Joe appeared. Smiling, slowly coming to me, gently hugging, giving me the love and happiness I have been longing for. Even fragile. I am an ordinary woman, a "child" who refuses to grow up. Happiness and sadness are written on the face, and the eyes are naked and pure. I know I am not as good as other women. A clear goal and a firm smile. Beautiful, intelligent, bold and elegant, and exudes charm between gestures. Away from the city, charming eyes. Be stingy with your pride and tears, treat love carefully and know how to advance and retreat. In contrast, I am just a "child". Joe said that children's feelings are pure. I smiled. I know, I am a child who grew up in a sunless sky. As stubborn as I am, as headstrong as I am, as fragile as I am, as selfish and greedy as I am … This life is a gorgeous and illusory performance. The forgotten past and the invisible future. My eyes are getting darker and darker, and my sadness is bottomless. I saw you in the depths of my eyes. I began to be silent, like a closed wound, which hurt a little. We only have a lifetime and can't stand tearing. In this life, you come early and I come late. When love comes, the pain is forgotten. You and I may both want to hold on to something in good faith, such as a person who loves themselves, or a long-lost touch ... Am I a child worthy of your treasure and a woman worthy of your love? Will you get hurt for me? Through the humble dust, I saw a sealed old wound, shouting, crying, screaming … I collapsed in the dust. At the moment when a violet withered, I became a woman with sad eyes in the years. "You are not a child, too old to laugh. Your fairy tale is extinct. " Ye Ye sent me a text message saying. Shocking. I like the branches and leaves that are exported occasionally, although they are gorgeous and biting. I shuttle between my meager life and the prosperous troubled times. I went shopping with Ye Zi all afternoon. Favorite Tibetan bracelet, waterproof windbreaker, suspender lace vest, Japanese color ribbon. Give people a sense of harmony, childlike innocence. Hi, baby, you know, I like your company. Just company, not love. I looked at the eyes of the foliage, firmly stressed. I don't want to give him any extra imaginable excuses. Ye Ye smiled and forgave me, goblin. Don't really think I will like your ribs, because I like fishbones. We smiled at each other. That smile is firm and warm. Sometimes I think that maybe friendship lasts longer than love. Plain and soothing. Ye Ye took my hand and strode to Amaga to drink the best blue mountains. There is no noisy music, and the air is filled with the smell of coffee. Eager smile, faint fragrance. I told Ye Ye the story of my past life, me and the king. I don't remember how long it took, and the coffee in my hand was cold. Look at me without moving. I can't see any emotion in those cold eyes. You are a girl who can't talk nonsense, and I'm not a braggart. I really don't know how to comfort you. Because, I have been unable to see through your line of sight. Just like I like the smell of knowing. Under a heavy sigh. Let's talk about Qinghai and Qinghai Lake. The asphalt road and the end of the mountain in Qinghai. The lake there is clear and thick. Ye Ye said he would take me to Qinghai Lake. I refuse. The lake on the high mountain is a tear on the surface of the earth. And I'd rather stare at it forever in the depths of illusion. Remember Joe's agreement to go to Tibet with me. The eyes are moist and moist. When I was very old, I gently rolled up your arm and walked through the wind and sand all over the sky ... Ye Ye and I broke up at the entrance of Amaga. Leaf eyes float a bit worried. I know that I am not a child favored by God, nor do I have a healthy body and a bright smile. But the darling of loneliness. Walking alone in the busy street, my years and my happiness have blossomed. I miss Joe in the sun, faintly bright, faintly quiet, faintly pure. It just doesn't matter. In a trance like a butterfly. Life is a kind of despair without fantasy, and the loneliness that comes with it opens its wings and hurts the lingering wounds. Joe told me on QQ that the new website was released, and the traffic was good, and then there was that dazzling smile. I also laugh on this side of the screen. Although it is only a few words, it is already April in the world, and the spring is full. I'm used to talking to you in the middle of the night. Accustomed, accustomed to thinking of you silently in the beautiful sunshine. I'm used to it. I'm used to you calling me baby and girl. I'm used to it. I'm used to you saying you like and love me occasionally. Sometimes, I have begun to understand that all these habits depend on you. You are a sad child who has gone for thousands of years, holding the beauty of loneliness. When Joe said these words, I saw the sunshine, so I spread my arms up and spread my hands, trying to hold on to something tightly. Broken memories of past lives emerge. As always warm, as always desolate. I seem to have returned to the forgotten Sichuan ... you are my king, high above me and unique. Fate, reincarnation ... I am a flower that blooms from the void, and the violet flower blooms quietly, just like my faint face. For you, beauty is a snap of your fingers, and you are instantly young. You said, I look like you. I laugh, I am born for you. I would like to make a violet for you, intoxicated in your arms. Even though I know you won't spend your whole life guarding it. But I still look forward to your climb. No complaints, no regrets. From then on, a person will grow old forever.