When people live, they are always bound by various rules. Song Zhaoer lived an ordinary life, but at the end of his life, he always thought about the pitifully ugly caterpillar paper kite in Begonia Garden when he was a child and the young man holding the paper kite and smiling so brightly that his lips were red and his teeth were white. Once she came back from the dream, she always thought that she was living a free and unrestrained life, doing many things that she had not dared to do before, but she did not know that she was still imprisoned within the rules. If you want to love, you dare not love, if you want to refuse, you will not refuse. Without the constraints of rules, there are more inner demons. The next time I did it, I felt a lot more regretful.
Intention: growth
