Yesterday I dreamed that flowers were blooming in Chengdu, and the familiar purple magnolias in my memory seemed to occupy the streets and alleys of this city overnight with laughter. I know that I haven't been home for a long time. If I wander in a foreign country for a long time, I will forget the reason why I insisted on leaving in the first place. This article of less than 20,000 words was written ten years ago, when I was just a high school student who was forced to cut off my hair and choose science. All rebellion can only be used to love someone desperately and bury love deeply in words. . . . .
Conception: