The green radish on the windowsill of the classroom was once the secret coordinate in the young man's heart. In the name of watering the green plants, he stared at the girl in the third row by the window who was as quiet as a vine shadow - her silence and self-sufficiency became an unattainable fantasy for him, and also reflected all the cowardice and noise in his heart. The green dill withered under his excessive gaze and emotional projection, just like the watch that never started, and finally withered completely in the back of her walking away with the boy outside the window on an autumn night.
However, the story does not end with failure. When the remaining leaves were brushed away in late winter, he touched the timid new green deep in the soil - a vitality with independent roots and not attached to anyone's gaze. He finally understood that the evergreen greenness of the pothos was originally a metaphor of imposition, withering was life's silent response to a distorted relationship, and rebirth only belonged to itself. When he no longer fills the void with inner noise, when he can focus on growing up in silence, the green buds under the dead branches have completed the germination of silence in unknown corners.
This prose uses the pothos as a mirror to illustrate how a one-way secret love goes from obsession to relief. The deepest throbbing in youth is often not the failure to get closer, but the fact that we finally see clearly: what we yearn for may just be the reflection of our own lack; and true growth is to withdraw all outward gaze and grow an independent spring in the soil that belongs to you without having to rely on others.
Intention: Youth has a secret love, but love cannot be achieved