I pushed her and continued walking. The sun came out and shone on us, warming the love. Sasha and I looked towards the direction of the sun at the same time, revealing a pair of faces in parallel time and space, which became increasingly warm and romantic.
We take advantage of the sunshine, support each other in the sunshine, and dream our dreams.
Although maybe it was just a dream.
"Do you like flowers?" I asked Shasha.
"I like it, but I don't like watching it," Shasha said in her usual calm tone.
I understand what Shasha means.
"It's just like you," I pointed out ignorantly.
"But it can bloom so beautifully, but I can't." Sasha frowned slightly.
"You can do it too, it's more beautiful when you drive it," Wu Nong said softly.
"Really?" Shasha said with a smile, as if she didn't believe it.
"No, what I said is true. There is no one more beautiful than you in this world." I said what was in my heart.
Shasha smiled and said nothing, just scratched her bun.
I pushed Shasha and continued to walk forward, as if the front was the continuation of our lives, and it was in this mood that I pushed you forward that we could find ourselves and find the true meaning of life. I don't know how Shasha feels at this time, but I am happy in my heart. Even if I push her to walk like this for the rest of her life, I am willing to do so. But I know that she wants to stand up, just like the Chinese people want to stand up.