To be honest, I have been thinking about it for a long time and don't know how to write this copy. I don't know how to describe the emotion that is as pure and transparent as cellophane, delicate and persistent. This is a warm and shy little story, with no third party involved, no BMW luxury cars, and no shocking conspiracy.
This simple and pure emotion is like an apple tree. The seeds are planted and gradually expand in the gaps in the heart. After filling the entire gap, they sprout, branch out, stretch their limbs in the sun, and finally grow into a graceful apple tree.
I believe that such a story really happened. It is warm, plain and simple, and seems out of place in this materialistic era. But - can the empty vacancy in our hearts really be filled by luxury cars, BMWs and diamond mansions?
I believe not. Material desires will only bring greater emptiness.
So, I hope this little story can touch you, like the warm winter sun shining on your body, like finishing a cup of hot chocolate in the rustling autumn wind. After reading the book, wrap yourself in a blanket and take a lazy nap in the warmth. That's enough.
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