The Drizzle Makes the Clothes Wet and Invisible, and the Flowers Falling to the Ground Are Silent.

This was a college entrance examination question from a few years ago. It's a topic I like very much, I wrote it several times and revised it several times. I always feel like I can't write down how I felt when I saw this title. I really can't put my thoughts down on paper. This kind of soft sadness can only be experienced. Conception: