Ge Mo, a poor rural boy with a low IQ but low EQ, was drowned in the vast ocean of knowledge at the age when he was just starting to fall in love. The sea of suffering is boundless, where is the shore? He often thought like this. Shaking the pen of modern civilization, I want to grow up with him, put on a red scarf even if it is stained with childhood dust and snot, and look for the stream, blue sky, and infinitely broad world that is deeply separated from the cold window.
Looking at the turning green wheat on a rainy day, we walked hand in hand through the muddy path to pay homage together!