Prose for a woman named Lou.

When she woke up, she called herself dew. However, in my sight, I saw such a woman, half curled up in the soft grass and sleeping on the dew. Whenever dawn comes, she always opens her tireless eyes for the first time, as clear and transparent as my heart now, without any impurities in the world of mortals.

A woman who can claim to be herself must be gentle at heart. Paper and ink are out of fashion now. Everyone writes emotions online and blows words into those small boxes with both hands. As soon as they are sent gently, the fine sunshine comes from a distant place. Dew is so sunny. Because of the short stay in the moonlight, she has a clear luster and moist breath. Just like the woman in Modigliani's painting, her eyes are blurred, her body is soft, her bones are hard, and she has an irresistible texture. Let a person cannot bear to approach, for fear of destroying this woman in protein.

I often meet dewdrops on the Internet, sometimes very late. Dewdrops bring a little coolness in the twilight, which reminds people of the poem "Dewdrops fall in the violet". Let me sink my heart and suck the freshness, and get a kind of pear flower with rain-like pleasure. what is love ? It's the heart! What is the heart? It is your dialogue with the world and life! Lulu and I are the same kind of people. We love everyone who is psychic with us, and we also love every Chinese character. When it touches our hearts, we will get long-term satisfaction from it. Dew is a woman who loves writing and a spiritual creature. She will produce a special hormone to make dirty plants clean and decadent souls return to nature. Maybe that's what Lulu wants to express.

More than that, the beautiful dewdrops can also sing, all pure natural songs, like water flowing through reptiles, green and wet, warm as Titian, showing large tracts of strong colors. Unparalleled true feelings will make hard-working people shed dew-like transparent tears lazily, and then grow hands and feet, seize your thoughts, tear them into smooth silks and satins, spread them into gorgeous dreams, and present them to life.

I imagine dew as the sea in my heart. There is no Populus euphratica forest here, only green vines and white corals. It is black and white, full of sadness and joy, but it never moves. It just reflects a warm soul with flame.

A friend once told me that the distance between you and me is only one meter across a table. This is the best distance between men and women. Lou and I are the same. In this world, we are separated only by a LCD screen. Can you clearly see our slight expressions? Under the dew, it is our friendship in this life.