Red roses have no sad posture

If you look at it again, you will grow a lot of thorns, red eyes and wet your heart. However, I couldn’t resist its temptation. My eyes stopped for a few more seconds. Its petals, its red and its enchanting tightly tied my heart like a magic spell. Since then, scarred and unable to stop. Anyone who can’t help temptation will go on with that curse. I don’t know why, instead, they kept thinking silently in their hearts. If they were wrong, they would go on wrong all the time. Even if they were wrong, they would also be so gorgeous and bright that they were so wrong. Therefore, it is really wrong. If it is really wrong, it is so wrong that there is no trace. Even scarred and bruised all over can’t find any excuse, nor can I find any reason to comfort myself. Such a choice is a big adventure. However, some people have learned to endure. I thought it was really over after I endured it. I really thought it was not like this. It was good and had no flaws. The mistake was just imagined in my mind. However, there are really not so many people. The flowing blood still exposed your wound, and you can’t deceive yourself. You complain about yourself and hate yourself. Why are you cheating yourself all the time? Why can’t you let yourself go? Why not be rational? Why not be nice to yourself? Because, you can’t appreciate it at all. Roses always attract people with a warm and unrestrained attitude. Every bright thing pays a price, and the growth process of rose is also so painful. I think Rose also has its gentle side, but it is not willing to show it. It is strong and bright. It conveys the passion of fire to people and devotes its best life to people. So you don’t understand its sadness and pain. You only see its fiery persistence and most beautiful appearance. Because all sincere things are often moved by people. Since I knew the existence of roses, I knew it was a symbol of love. Seeing it is like seeing love and the most beautiful thing in the world. Any girl who receives roses is happy. No matter how she feels about him, no matter how she treats the roses she receives. On that day, walking on the road, I saw a bunch of discarded roses lying on the road, and the roses in the wind were still so bright, which made me feel inexplicably sad. I don’t know how many stories this Rose has been placed, whether it is hoped, sure or happy, but it has always been discarded. It is lonely and arrogant. The bitter wind can wither its petals, but it cannot molest its fiery red. It is tenacious, even at the end of life, it should be brilliant, so that everyone who sees it will have a touch. The red of roses, like people, like heart. You can hurt me, you can regard my strength as the capital to hurt me, because I inadvertently gave you the right to hurt me. For a person without feelings, you are not even qualified to hurt me. Every kind of mistake and every kind of injury has a limit. If it is crossed, it will not continue. What is left is the pain that has not left and the fragile memory. In fact, everyone can become a stranger. In fact, every kind of memory can be buried deep in the bottom of my heart, so that it is no longer flooded. As for the rose, I would rather its red is dyed by blood, then it will remember the pain it has experienced, then it will not be so enchanting and thorough, and will not be so beautiful that it will forget itself, don’t forget your own gentleness. The red of the rose is easy to be injured. The Dream is held in the hand but lost in the fingers. The red of the rose is gorgeous and bright. The red rose is so passionate that there is no sad gesture. Praise (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) phoenix mountain spring outing

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