Essay on Hua Chenyu

Topic: Adversity Makes Genius.

I've always wanted to write you a letter, with the most beautiful stationery, the cutest pen, and the neatest.

The cleanest font and then with the gift I'm going to give you, I've written many times and torn many times. I can't write about my love for you in every letter, it's terrible. I miss you too.

Maybe you don't like to read such a long, cookie-cutter letter.

The first time I saw you on TV, I really, thought you were so good and weird.

The clean and clear eyes are like a mountain spring flowing through the grass, like a fruity gummy sweet.

Warm. Yes, I noticed you then, and I am willing to protect you, and I am willing to use my strength.

Quantity loves you. During your competition, I watched live streaming in YY and watched you compete on TV, you.

Say you don't like too many people, you're scared of the camera, I'm distressed, you're completely sinking while singing.

Immersed in my own little world, I like that intoxicated you, but that little body is scattered.

You have a lot of energy. You went all the way, and you said you weren't a genius, you just competed with others.

People work early. I believe in your strength and see your efforts. The night of the finals.

I stay in front of the TV alone, I laugh when I see you sing, and I cry when I see you cry. You are the champion.

The champion of the happy boys, the champion in my heart.

I don't like your smile, your eyebrows and eyes are crooked, the corners of your mouth are upturned, it's very bright, it's beautiful, it's like a full sunshine on your body, warm and pure, you laugh into my heart when you smile, and then.

Take root and sprout, purple and red. I'm afraid to see you crying, I'm afraid of your tears, flowers and few.

Hua Chenyu is our pride, it doesn't matter if you don't understand him, he has us. But I don't, because I don't need to tell the world about my love for you, just know it yourself.

Your appearance rate is getting higher and higher, and I am waiting every time, staying up until eleven on TV.

Make charts for your songs.

Do you know that my world is full of your name, my stationery, pillows, cups.

Clothes, school bags, hats, rooms, walls are all your posters, and your phone is all there.

It's all you, I rinsed out your **, sandwiched it in a book, and put it in a bag because of me.

I want to see you every day.

Your first concert, I didn't go, I'm a student, I can't get close to you, me.

Just watched the live broadcast, and the 35-second ticket was snatched up, and I knew that the Martian would definitely give you the most.

Okay, I want to see you. The second concert, I had all the money ready, but it was my mother.

Stopped, I know that one day I will stand in the audience and listen to you sing and watch you laugh. But.

Now, I'm sorry.

I like you, I like the satisfaction when you eat, the intoxication when you sing, and the smile when you smile.

Eye. You are my Hua Chenyu, and I am willing to protect you.