Meng Xia is not very good at talking. He is as silent as his mother and just does it silently.
When I was fifteen years old, my mother took me to have my hair cut short and went to work in the city. My mother said that when my hair reaches my waist, I am considered grown up.
When I was sixteen, I shaved my head because of a friend who was afraid that he would never grow up. If you feel afraid, you will be happy if you face it.
When she was seventeen, she met a new long-haired friend. The long-haired boy had many scars on his body and said that he was pursuing art, while the short-haired girl said that she was pursuing life.
Later he said that we should stay together and there was no way to leave. She said not to cry, it should be similar to love.
Concept: People are different and love each other equally