There is a glass bottle on Li Yuanfei's table, stuffed with wood, the kind that many girls would use to fold stars. There are exactly thirty light blue paper cranes inside, no more, no less. They are squeezed inside one by one, as if they can't wait to fly out. Of course, where they want to go is The same thing, maybe they don't think about the difficulty and distance of the journey, they just simply dream, work hard, and struggle towards that goal with all their strength. However, the problem to consider now seems not to be how to fly to where you want to go, but how to get out of this solid glass bottle.
Sometimes Li Yuanfei feels that her position seems to be similar to that of those paper cranes. She is as weak and at a loss. She clearly knows in her heart that there are some things that she cannot do no matter what she does, but she just doesn't know how high it is to try.
In fact, those paper cranes also never thought that the wind and rain would wet their forward wings, making them no longer able to fly. The final result would be nothing more than a sticky, dirty mass with no discernible prototype. It would cling to the ground little by little with the footprints of passers-by, becoming broken and rotten. This is a pessimistic world. Similarly, Li Yuanfei also likes another passage, which is written like this.
Aren't the handful of flowers in your hand also seeds from April and flowers from June? I am planting seeds all over my heart, and there will always be one or two that will take root and sprout. You should not pick the flowers that bloom. It is not love, but at least a little bit of liking.
There will always be a day when you love (like) me.