When he comes, he brings spring to the whole mountain;
when he leaves, even the wild grass withers and droops.
Zhang Wushan has not seen spring in a long time. He feels as if he died in winter and was reborn in winter. What was it that bookworm said?
“Once you meet someone you like, all the beauty of the world seems to come for him. The words you write on paper, the silver coin you clutch in your hand, unable to bear spending it, even the loudest firecrackers on New Year's Eve can make you think of him.”
