Waiting for the touch of spring after late autumn and the last winter, I hope it won't happen again like this year.
The end of summer and the beginning of autumn every year is more innovative for us so-called "post-80s" than the New Year, because it is the beginning of a new school year for students. Although I still adhere to this concept after going to work.
There is a kind of plant called sunflower. "There are no catkins blowing up due to the wind, only sunflowers tilt toward the sun." You have to admit that it always symbolizes the positive and good side, as if it is the incarnation of the sun, exuding light and heat, making people want to stop. There is a kind of person who grows toward the sun like a sunflower, who is glorious, proud, loyal, loving, and brave enough to pursue the happiness he wants. Bai Jia is such a person.
There is a kind of plant called Epiphyllum, which always blooms at night and only "appears briefly". It shows its beauty in such a hurry, for fear that it will lose its mystery and preciousness if it stays for a while. There is a kind of person who, like an epiphyllum, only returns to himself at night, only in front of a few people, and time can be counted in seconds. Pu Xiao is such a person.
If I say that what I write is a novel, it is better to say that I am telling a story. The reason why a story is a story is because it has been a long time ago. Don't argue with me and think about it in detail, not to mention that I can't stand thinking about it.