"Sanmao is lucky. She can live in her dreams and words as she pleases. This is what people call freedom." There was a girl sitting in a corner of the school library, flipping through Sanmao's collection "Red Dust" with mixed emotions on her face including sadness, helplessness, and regret. The afternoon sun shone through the window and fell on her body, making her feel a little warmer.
She closed the book and stood up, putting the "Red Dust" in her hand back on the bookshelf. She picked up her schoolbag, picked up the textbooks on the table, and walked out of the library slowly: "Next is his elective course," she thought to herself, then quickened her pace and ran toward the teaching building.