If the world is like a painting, how can we shed tears on our clothes? It's a short story with a rough plot, so you don't need to pay attention to it if you read it at your leisure. There is no prototype in this article and any similarity is purely coincidental. I am a new writer, a novice, but my writing style is too bad, please forgive me.
Intention: Cherish the present, be optimistic and open-minded