16-Year-old Cui Qingshan felt that she was sitting on a crumbling curtain of vines on the rooftop;
Looking down, I saw a boy spreading his branches and leaves toward the sky quickly, eager to become a tree so that he could lift her.
Cheng Chuang, 28, said,
Looking back, I only see a piece of glass filled with water vapor, but I remember your flying words, flying to the sun and melting in the sun.
Mission: Good young people in the new era