Survey: What is the heart of the zodiac made of?

Each constellation has its own characteristics. Some people are cold outside and hot inside. And some people are careless, and some people are delicate, so let's take a look at what the hearts of the twelve constellations are made of.

For the person you love, the heart is made of water, and a little vibration will ripple.

For those who hurt themselves, the heart is made of iron, and secondary injuries are not allowed.

For those who hate themselves, their hearts are made of wood and they are not interested in competing with them.

For those who like themselves, the heart is made of meat, and the heart is bought with heart.

Aries: alcohol

The sheep's heart was calm and even a little stubborn about feelings, but one day it suddenly became angry, and then countless times, the sheep sat in the corner of the love theater, completely immersed in it. Only he, only he can fully understand the full meaning of the scales shining up and down like fireworks in the night sky. There is a feeling that everything has been burned. However, when the whole heart was lit and even Mars stopped splashing, the sheep's heart was lost and empty, and an echo could be heard.

Taurus: wood

When you fall in love, you throw yourself into it. No matter what the mountain is in front of you, you can chop yourself alive, or you can burn violently, or bottomless Wang Yang is willing to rot. Niu Niu's heart seems indifferent, but in fact it is the most reckless courage. It's just that there are always endings. Niu Niu left her love in the distance, but forgot to wash her heart. The residue in her heart slowly deteriorated and finally stinked. Niu Niu found that loving someone is destroying her original self.

Gemini: Gravel

Gemini's heart has no sense of stability, just like flowing gravel. Under the guidance of the wind, it can change its posture at will and go back and forth. One day, I accidentally found a flower in Gemini's heart, and all the gravel nourished its charm and firmness. After that, Gemini would rather not, and then the wind started again, and the sand floated again, making the world turbid. The uneasy heart can't remember how many whispers there are under the banana tree. My heart is like gravel flowing from my fingertips, and my hoarse voice is like a whisper, a pure past.