On the surface, this is a growth article about the flowers of the motherland working hard to grow.
In fact, this was just a murder caused by an idea that came from sitting alone one day looking at the sky.
So the following is just my imagination
Then the copy can be summarized into three sentences:
I can't stand the passage of time, and I can't escape the youth here.
I have no time to dwell on the past, I want to move forward.
May there be enough clouds in your life to make a beautiful sunset
May there be enough clouds in your life and a beautiful dusk come early.
Ps: This is a lengthy copy, so I won't go into details.