Poets always talk about "spring dawn" and "spring dawn", but Weixiao feels that her life is like the profound autumn and winter, and spring and summer are more like hurried travelers. If there is a future in her life, it seems to be out of reach, and it seems that she can only see a line of footnotes on the top of the mountain.
——Until he appeared. It was not until dawn that I realized that my fate had already been planned.
In this world, if you can't wait for flowers to bloom on paper, you can't wait for flowers to bloom on pen.
But the flowers blooming on Moshang are okay.
Intention: Please persist a little longer, and the spring of your life will come.