She is a newborn bird, but she longs for the sky where the eagle soars.
He is alone, but hopes to have a home where he is no longer lonely.
That rainy night, she took the first step to spread her wings.
The courage to leave home, the hard sweat, the bitter tears...
The first feather of a fledgling.
That night, he put away his love for her.
The care of secret love, the warmth of coexistence, the silent concern...
The first bud on the love sapling is shyly waiting to bloom.
What should she do when the tree the baby bird can rely on collapses?
Debt, selfishness, persistence, growth...
What should he do when someone destroys the seedling of love?
Harvest, suppress, unyielding, protect...
Because of youth, we can not be afraid of failure; because of youth, we can keep giving;
And because of youth, we continue to grow!
The baby bird will eventually spread its wings and fly, and the love tree will also usher in the moment of blossoming and bearing fruits~
The pain of growing up, the sweetness of love, the ups and downs of life...
Let's see, children's shoes are young and fashionable~
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Thank you for making the cover for me and saving me the pain of running around naked!
Thanks to Si Mo Yuyu for writing me the copy, which saved me from the burden of incompetence!
Thanks to Si Mo Qing for helping me type the copy and saving me the trouble of typesetting!