On a sultry day in July, the lights came on in an old house on the street. Su Miao opened the novel, "I have been chasing the sunrise all my life, but I didn't realize that I belong to the night." Wen Zhao, gentle warmth, and Zhao Zhao means bright. I thought I should live in the light. "Jian Rui, will we meet again?" "A Zhao is not afraid, I will always be by your side." I took a hot bath, put on light makeup, and lay down On the bed, holding my favorite sunflower in my hand, I fell asleep slowly. They said I was dead, no, I just bought a ticket to another world. Six-year-old Xiao Wen Zhao looked at the night sky, "If I can fly to the moon, my mother will never be able to hit me again." "If I can take a photo with the stars, then I must be the most powerful child." The second year after Wen Zhao left, a photo was sent from the moon, which was a photo of Xiao Wen Zhao and the stars. "I have two sisters, one is a biological sister and the other is like a biological sister." Wen Xin closed the book. "If the world could change, Wen Zhao would have succeeded long ago." "Her death only earned people's regret, but she will never blame herself. I think Wen Zhao has already understood this." "We have all been deceived by Wen Zhao for twenty-eight years." Wen Zhao, who was so enthusiastic, chose to leave in the summer.
Purpose: The influence of childhood and family on a person cannot be erased in a lifetime. Never destroy a person's ideals with the words of love. Every young girl with low self-esteem and sensitivity is like Wen Zhao. In the end, Wen Zhao gave up everything to fulfill her ideals. She felt happy. In this life, people must live for what they want in their hearts and treat others with kindness. In the next life, Wen Zhao can have a happy family.