About ignorance, about youth, about every inch of small and grand spiritual perception in the age of innocence.
We will eventually admit our own mediocrity on the road of growth, and then in the mediocrity become the special touch on the growth path of others.
The vigorous and unforgettable things that boiled over that year turned into firewood, rice, oil and salt at the end of the soft time and space, and filled the world with fireworks, blending into the aroma of dinner and floating in the wind.
Purpose: Gradually accept yourself on the road to growth, and learn to live in peace with yourself and pain.