In the novel, we see a family that is helpless—extremely. ． ． ． ． ． .
The heroine Te Xiaoyuan faces it optimistically no matter what situation she encounters. She was unwilling to accept that the space she had been living in was so narrow, bleak, and impoverished. Everything in this narrow space was full of mold.
Her struggle with fate continues.
Loneliness, fear, helplessness.
She also has the love she wants. ． ． ． ． ． , But in the end it was neither a step too early nor a step too late.
She believes in the beauty of the world. Maybe they were seeds she sown in her hometown when she was a child. She wanted to wait for them to bloom and bear fruit, but they were blown to an unknown distance by the east wind.
Maybe in that far away place, that kind of seed also bloomed and bore fruit. The green trees and red flowers have spread, and the garden is full of fragrance.
She wants to find the seed that originally belonged to her.
Although what the novel tells is the ups and downs of the protagonist's life. But it's not his, yours, or ours. To put it bluntly, they are just thousands of dust particles in the human world. The story of smoke and dust is like sour, sweet, bitter and spicy life. We can chew it and we can swallow it. But there is no need to remember it too clearly, just regard it as a spice of life. ． ． ． ． ． .
Please keep going with faith.
A green leaf floated in front of you, and it slowly fell to your feet. It seems to be whispering silently: The direction I am floating in, not far away, is your hope.