Coming out of the small space of ten years of poverty, wandering in the bustling traffic of the city, I have been trying to learn the unique temperament of city children, who will talk about sadness and loneliness in the lost way of being rich in material and not needing the support of faith. Come back, restore a kind of reality, and face these innocent but simple and pure youth.
I like this metaphor, saying that the world is a circle that is connected to each other, and everyone plays a different role. No matter what, at least she is the center of the circle he is in, and the whole of that circle. We will never be able to understand the excitement and helplessness of that world. This is the world where this humble once-forgotten circle that I am talking about lives in. The same youth that is as brilliant as the morning sun has been forgotten, forgotten by novels, forgotten by romance, and forgotten by ubiquitous fantasies.
Apart from this trivial commemoration, it is these young people in the countryside who I want to shout out for with my small strength. I lost the joy of reading when I was a teenager, so I had no control over my freedom, and I was confused and found it hard to talk to. At a young age, I did not expect to change my destiny through reading, but I was eager to see the outside world. Departure, novelty, then massive disappointment, then numbness. I really can't bear to say anything wrong about them, at least the kindness nurtured by the rural air is still there.
This society has always liked to use "natural selection, survival of the fittest" as a wise saying, but there are always some struggles that cannot find a way to the future.