Pick up Light, Search for Dust

Can school uniforms really translate into wedding dresses? How can dust and starlight create sparks? Will being thousands of miles away cut off that deep love? Everyone has their own answer and understanding. This time, as an audience, we come to enter their chapter, at our feet, in the future, and beside you and me. Each volume is the story of a friend. "So can knives really be fished out of the Knife River?" I took off the burden and leaned against the tree. The stone road not far away slowly turned into a cement road. Even further away, I could clearly see the asphalt. "Maybe?" The senior who led the team put down his mobile phone and looked at my young face, as if he had thought about it seriously. "Actually, there is no need to study it too much. That would be unhappy. Look at the fishing family on the shore, the family on an outing not far away, and us on the road. We can take a look at it in our free time. Isn't it a kind of enjoyment?" I looked at the senior in confusion, but he didn't explain anything. The water slowly flowed away. I didn't think it was beautiful, even compared to the streams in my hometown. The sounds of several factories standing next to it were one after another. Are there really fish in it? There was no chance to think too much at that time. After the break, it was time for the next journey. It wasn't until three years later, when I became a senior, that I remembered the journey I had taken. At that time, the ignorant but energetic junior student at the side asked me curiously: "Senior, is it true that knives can be fished out from this river?" "You will, right?" I smiled sadly and looked at the hills in the distance. When the departure bugle sounded, we got up, packed up our equipment, and followed the team. The bells of the nearby temple drifted over.