Author: Moore
A charming smile
I can't read my eyes.
Sad words
Ruthless ending
Once I felt that the outside world was like a fairy tale.
It is clear and transparent crystal.
There will always be a happy ending.
But when I finally left the fairy tale dream.
When you walk into the real world,
I just found out that there is a big gap between fairy tales and reality.
The real world is so profound and complicated.
The Prince and Princess in Fairy Tales
There will always be a happy ending.
That is to preserve pure fairy tales.
But real princesses and princes will grow up slowly.
Their kindness will gradually be assimilated by the false environment.
When did the distance between us start to widen?
Who started laughing first?
A charming rose that will eventually wither.
Beautiful castles will also collapse.
What is a fairy tale?
It's the most beautiful thing we heard when we were children.
What is the reality?
It is the price to pay for the termination and growth of fairy tales.
Chapter Two: The Fairy Tale of Graffiti
Author: Moore
The narrow lime road in front of the door
The children dressed it in beautiful and colorful clothes.
Each child holds colored chalk and uses his amber thinking talent.
Draw your own growth radian on the ground.
Every child's graffiti
Every complete painting
The mermaid in the girl's pen
Finally happy with the prince who loves her.
The boy's legged tin soldier defeated the black goblin.
I finally have a soul mate with my beloved ballet girl.
Even if the painting is childish and funny.
But it is regarded as the greatest wealth.
They drew their own inner story expression.
The kindest and perfect fairy tale in my heart.
but
An unexpected cold rain in June.
Washed away the beautiful graffiti of the children.
Ruined the warmest fairy tale of every child's childhood.
Chapter 3: Your Fairy Tales
Author: lazy fairy
You said the sound of flowers was so great.
You said the city of tears is the most beautiful.
You like to watch tragic movies.
But never let yourself get into the role.
You used to like traveling.
There is only the scenery of my hometown in the photo.
You fill your pockets with morning light.
Until the trembling dawn is broken
You drink the dusk in the cup.
Drunk with the jumping stars in the night sky
You feathered your lost life.
You brought the gospel from the depths of heaven.
You will declare that every love is the first love.
You will analyze that every breakup is not eternal.
You spread everything that shines on the road.
You let all the loneliness enjoy itself in the song.
You will tell fairy tales to everyone.
You proved it when you opened it.
Chapter Four: Four-leaf Fairy Tales
Author: night cold ling
That little thing
Where are you hiding and laughing?
Look at the anxiety you can't find.
Swing a slender waist with the wind
She is very lucky.
Those unlucky people are looking for her.
I hope she can bring good luck.
Fortunately, how could she be found by unlucky people?
see
She's in the clover.
Chapter Five: Fairy Tales in May
Author: Doudou
Fairy tales in May
Hide in the blooming flowers and ferment.
Smart rain
The ballad of holding willow leaves
Brewing seasonal ethylene glycol
That is, the mellow fragrance of plums.
That's, Joan's clarity
dusk
Renting cloud
Open your deep eyes.
I am looking forward to the new moon.
Thoughts on drinking water peristalsis
together with
Embrace insects under the starlight.
Drink it all.
Fairy tales in May
Wake up on a lonely reed leaf
Stretching wind
Playing the passionate flute of red beans
Memories of orgasm
Over the years
Keep shooting
That's, Joan's sweetness
That is, the gorgeous release of Mei.
The sun poured down.
The heart of the red lake
Enduring shell
Will, control the dream
together with
A budding desire to sail.
Set sail quietly ......
Chapter 6: Adult Fairy Tales
Author: Wang @ Chun
Some blown petals,
Floating on the sea at will,
It's a few long-distance cargo ships,
Waiting to enter the port.
It burns at dusk,
The bay became a stove,
The night is dotted with several big diamonds,
The lights of the moored ship are on.
The bright lights are red, white and yellow.
Blurred colors ripple with the waves,
Replenish the lighthouse,
Looking at each other.
Yes, it's the palace where banquets are held at sea.
Mysterious and magnificent,
Like a little mermaid sticking out of her body,
Looking eagerly at the palace ...
She spent a happy childhood in the sea,
The sea is also her dear hometown,
But giving up the sea for love,
And end up in a bubble. ...
The sea breeze took away the story of the Danish old man.
But there is an indelible sadness in my heart.
The land behind me is as vast as the ocean,
There is no mermaid, but there is a mother and hometown!