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What perfumed my words?

     A woman who uses words to write about life and sketch love; a woman who uses a perfect eye to depict the future and depict dreams. She stakes her youth and passion, searching and struggling all the way, just to build a pristine, idyllic paradise with you. ------ Prologue

    I don't know why I love dreaming so much, using beautiful lace to embellish the edges of my dreams, using my whole heart as a lamp to illuminate passersby. My

    greatest wish has always been to meet a man who truly cherishes me, loves me, and treasures me like a precious gem. And this man lives in my dreams, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear...

    I use words brimming with true feelings to sketch your face. You don't need to be handsome, but you must be strong and confident. You don't need to be rich, but you must have a wise mind. You don't need to pamper me in every way, but you must always care about me.

    When I meet you, I will warm you with all my tenderness. On every day we're together, I'll prepare delicious meals and wait for your return, offering you a fragrant cup of milk tea at my desk at midnight. I'll give each other space to breathe; we won't be a burden to one another, we'll both be independent individuals. When you're feeling down, I'll give you a sweet kiss, then gently tickle your neck with my delicate fingertips, guaranteed to make you laugh out loud. I believe that then, you'll raise your hands in surrender, saying: "I promise I won't be down anymore, stop tickling!"

    I'll live like this in my dreams. With beautiful days as the backdrop and boundless hope as the fulcrum, I'll wait for you without regret, waiting for you to come gracefully from afar. A warm greeting, a loving gaze, a tight embrace, and I'll be intoxicated by your life.

    There is no perfection in this world, but I transcend the mundane to create a perfect dream. I search with all my heart for that soul-stirring focus, hoping not to miss it, to collide with you in this century, to build a warm home together, and then to firmly remember: until mountains crumble and the heavens and earth unite, only then will I dare to part from you.

    Across mountains and rivers, the notes of spirit pierce through our thickened hearts, nurturing tacit understanding and brightening our eyes. Who is the figure soaring in these words? Can these words convey the warmth of my fingertips to you, a thousand miles away?

    In the mortal world, dreams are silent. I send you endless threads of affection, wanting you to hear my words, wanting you to feel the longing in my heart.

    Thus, I am intoxicated in your heart for a lifetime; a moment of true love is enough to last forever! Thus, I use fragrant words to deeply imprint you, flowing with the long years yet still exuding fragrance.

    What has perfumed my verses? Who dances or sings within my words? Flowers whisper, butterflies flutter, memories unfold and swirl in my heart, raising a magnificent and colorful dream paradise!

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