We always envy other people's children and always feel that other people's children are very good. But in this world, nothing is cheap, and you will always be taken advantage of.
It seems that God always wants to play a joke with us. One second we are in the clouds, and the next second we no longer know where we are. We must learn to grow up and say goodbye to our childish and willful selves on our own!
In that midsummer cicada season, the beginning of all stories; in that place full of unknowns, the intertwining of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy; in that destined darkness, time allows us to meet those people, those who are worthy of our cherishment and worthy of our memories...
