I am Alina, I speak for myself + Let the world hear me This is my pride. Preface. Hiding in a moment, nostalgic for a past time's fingerprints; hiding in a location, nostalgic for someone who stands on both coming and going roads, whom I miss. Every time I look at the sky, I don't like talking again; every time I speak, I'm afraid to look at the sky again. I catch a strand of warm sunshine, try to be a smiling woman towards warmth, quietly walking in time, happily in years. In quiet winds, in falling rains, in red leaves dancing, in snowflakes fluttering. II nd. Life is like flowers, those that are weak have fragrance. If possible, take a faint smile with the good times, alone guarding a pure sky, pick up a simple pen, draw a white lotus, engrave a gentle scenery on the heart lake of dreams, write down the concerns of the lotus in the faded parchment, let the sorrow left by writing in the fingers condense into memories, and settle the birth scent. III rd. A person's night is beautiful, with a bit of worry. A person's world is quiet, thoughts have grown out of young shoots, growing towards the direction of moonlight. I smile and collect that solitude, holding that inside me, from the above variables, extract content and rewrite, introduce to highlight that the work is made by eqxiu.com (eqxiu.com) providing 'online design' and has rich templates for quick production, introduction word count 500 words.