On the day she moved, Lin Qianqian decided to grow up.
She hid the weight of her childhood in the cotton wool of a cloth rabbit.
Press the weight of tears into the candy wrapper of a fruit candy.
Then, carrying the bulging schoolbag, he walked into Qinghuai Lane.
The alley is very old and life is very slow.
There are cats counting clouds on the roof, and old men carving time at dusk.
Some neighbors hide their concern in trivial nagging,
There are candy wrappers twinkling in the wind, like silent stars.
She once thought that growing up meant figuring out the world clearly.
Only later did I understand,
To truly grow up is to learn to be gentle with the world.
In this alley filled with the fragrance of locust flowers,
She learned the most difficult arithmetic in life:
How to reconcile with regret,
How to live with loneliness,
How to be in a place of chicken feathers,
Recognize the soft texture of life.
This is a story about "confusion".
Is something more precious than sobriety,
Know what to hold tightly,
What should be let go gently.
It's rare to be confused.
What is rare is that I have seen all the corners of the world,
Still choose to use the soft way,
Embrace it.
Intention: Throughout our lives, we are looking for the boundary between clarity and confusion.
