I want to write a story like this: In the spring of a small town, in the corners where the sun shines, green buds will always grow sparsely first, which is the first announcement of spring. My Pei An is the bud in the corner. Even though he is humble, he still strives to grow towards the sunshine and strives to be close to the warmth, even if it is just a few rays of the sun inadvertently falling.