Do you know what youth looks like?
Is it like a rainbow after the rain, or the rising sun? The youth in my memory is the faint star in the night. I tried my best to shine, but found that I could never win the light in the morning.
But later I discovered that we were so happy when we were young and frivolous. We ran in the pouring rain, smiled under the rainbow after the rain, and struggled desperately in the midst of disappointment and loss. Finally, we met an unknown flower in an unknown place and savored its fragrance. After experiencing all kinds of things in life, someone finally tells you that the name of that flower is tuberose. After you read its flower language repeatedly, you suddenly realize it.
It turns out that we are all a flower named tuberose, and we have all found joy on the edge of danger.
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