Dedicated to all the souls growing silently in the steel forest. When the digital torrent sweeps through every morning and dusk, we still stubbornly plant spring in the cement gaps. Here are eight ordinary people's survival notes, recording the ever-extinguishing fluorescence in the office building grids, the moss marks slowly accumulating in the village streets and alleys, the light spots and sounds flowing in the bars and nightclubs... I hope every living life can enjoy the casual indifference of "having flowers, wine and vitality, looking at mountains, water and the afterglow". In the era of algorithm rule, let us fight against the virtual carnival with real heartbeats. Every moment we live hard is the nebula of the Milky Way blooming in the palm of our hands.
Reader comments
The delicate emotional catharsis is quite gripping.
The characters are well-characterized, the emotions are delicate, and the story is short and concise. When I read it, I felt like I was in that era and environment, watching the protagonists struggle for what they like.
This is my first try, hoping to leave some memorable traces in my boring life. Because of the support of my friends, I have to persevere✊
The delicate emotional catharsis is quite gripping.
The characters are well-characterized, the emotions are delicate, and the story is short and concise. When I read it, I felt like I was in that era and environment, watching the protagonists struggle for what they like.
This is my first try, hoping to leave some memorable traces in my boring life. Because of the support of my friends, I have to persevere✊