Breaking the cocoon gl+ Fanwai

I was lied to.

toyed with.

persecuted.

And I could only swallow my anger, and I didn't even have the courage to escape.

There was a time when I hated comrades to the core.

I can't wait to raise my knife and kill all the aliens in this world.

But that's just a figment of my mind, and I'm sad for my cowardice.

What I finally chose was to end my own life.

But I can't get it to work.

Because of her arrival.

She is like light, dispelling the thick and deep darkness that enveloped me.

I love her.

Love the tenderness when she holds me.

Love the way she sings when she lulls me to sleep.

Love her and pamper me like a child.

I love how steadfast she was when she said that, walk down with me.

I love her downcast brows and eyes when she is sometimes vulnerable.

Love the cigarette between her fingers when she is in pain and heartbroken.

Love everything about her.

I love her, but I never thought I would love her this way.

I think this is my catastrophe.

I used to be a fragile caterpillar.

Weak, fragile and prickly.

There is so much suffering in this world that I can hardly bear it.

So I spit out circles of silk and bound myself tightly.

I thought I was going to sink like this.

Unexpectedly, the transformation began at that moment.

She is the power of life in the dark.

She pushes me to struggle through hardships and break free.

She gave me a pair of wings, which are beautiful and strong.

She led me to break through the shackles and the thick cocoon of dust.

Turn into a butterfly! Flutter your wings! Fly high!

I love her more than my own life.

I never thought I would love her so much.

But so what, such is life.

——Lin Yi 2015.6.28

(End of text)

☆、Chapter 20 (Extra)

The author has something to say: revise again, the time when the two met and got acquainted in middle school is different from the previous article, and it has been unified. 15.10.21

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I consider myself a child born with some weirdness. When I was ten years old, when my classmates were still immersed in the great dreams of becoming scientists, astronauts, engineers, and musicians in the future, I made a wish. , I hope I can become a fluttering butterfly in the future, it is beautiful, elegant, free, and most importantly, it can dance and fly.

So when I was only ten years old, my favorite animal was butterflies, and my favorite music was "Blessings of Love".

I am a very emotional person. I am often swayed by my emotions, and it is difficult to control myself with cold reason.But I think there is nothing wrong with this. If human beings lose their sensibility, sooner or later they will become machines.And this world is created by reason, but it is driven by emotion.When I was eleven or twelve years old, I felt that I understood the world. Now that I think about it, my later self was really not as good as that eccentric little girl back then.

Maybe it's because I was too weird and wise when I was a child, but when I grow up, I gradually become mediocre.It was only two or three years, and the eccentric edges and corners in my mind were worn away by heavy studies, and I gradually became a slave to studies, a learning machine.People say that growth is a process in which rationality gradually suppresses sensibility.I think this sentence can't be more suitable for me.People become mediocre because they grow up, disappear from everyone else, stop being deviant, and try to make themselves like others.The best best friend who accompanied me through middle and high school once joked that my youth rebellious period never came at all, and I will always be the good girl with super good grades.In fact, she didn't understand that my youthful rebellious period had passed long before the puberty period came.

Thinking back on me at that time, in fact, I was really defiant. Although people always said that I was a good girl, that I had a gentle personality, and that I was a typical lady, but they didn't understand me. I disguised myself as such an image. But never let go of a crazy idea.This idea has been fermenting since I dreamed of Die Wu Shuang/Flying when I was ten years old, and when I was sixteen or seventeen, it had already blossomed into a flower of evil in my heart.

I long for a vigorous love, to be with the most perfect boy in my ideal, from now on, I am not afraid of the fire, I will rush in like moths, and feel the indescribable wonderful taste of love.

Therefore, I always feel a little difficult to get along with the boys and girls around me.They are out of sync with my inner world.There is no lack of puppy lovers among teenagers, but those are just playing tricks in my opinion. True love will never be like this. It must be romantic and perfect; Boy, he has to be mature and charming.

He should be handsome and elegant, be gentle to me, care about me all the time, be able to cook for me, hug me to sleep, write poems for me in a romantic way, and make coffee for me gracefully, Just thinking about being able to play the piano and sing makes me shudder.

It's just that even though I was only a teenager at the time, I understood that such a man was really hard to find in the world.

Therefore, even though I yearn for love so much, I am still a good girl who never involves puppy love.The adults couldn't see the crazy longing in my heart at all, and the classmates thought I was just a top student who was not interested in dating.However, accidents also happened. When I was 15 years old, a girl came into my field of vision. She was very strange. Every time I looked at her, there was a feeling that my true nature was revealed. I always felt that I was seen through by her.