Life is an elegant thing. This was my first understanding of life. As I grew up, I seemed to see every side of it... My father's strong shoulders bent down without knowing it. The old house that I thought could bear my lifelong happiness also collapsed after I entered junior high school. It seemed that everything changed after I grew up... . That day I saw the fragrance of flowers again, saw the middle-aged couple who got up early to sell porridge, and saw the grandparents working hand in hand. It seemed that everything was still the same as it was at the beginning... My childhood expectations for life gradually reunited with the scenery in front of me: everything was full of vitality, everything still had energy left, and the deceptions and sadness were not as good as the moment in front of me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
