A dream, a story
Xia Qi never understood why she shed tears because of the people in the story. Maybe she was just moved? Or something else
The glow of fireflies in the hot summer gradually fades in the wind. Perhaps the scene in the dream will still be played out again in the years to come, but it will be different in the end.
If you miss it, you will miss it. Time passes quickly. The quicksand of time can bury everything, not to mention it is just the glimmer of fireflies.
However, the past is never just a memory. The seeds of hope are planted unknowingly and take root deeply. Maybe you can see it in the next season - the magnificence of the germination of life, even if it is as weak as a firefly, it still exudes dazzling hope.
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