Also known as "Girl's Paper Plane"
The seeds that germinate in the rotten and stinky mire will stink even to the roots when they are pulled up.
The road you are traveling is no doubt full of thorns and dregs of glass. If you can't turn your dreams into a horse, then break your bones and make a knife, inject bone and blood into it to sharpen the edge. When the momentum you want to achieve can tear through the dusk, it can also nourish the light of the sky.
Jiang Qiang recalled those dark days as if she was in a downward air current.
People's mouths make gold, but accumulation destroys bones.
But she had to go there, otherwise she would be waiting for a harsh winter, which would be longer than the road.
An accident took Jiang Qiang back to 20 years ago, in an era where she had never existed. Not only did she see her healthy parents, her deceased friends, but also him, who was in the same dust as the light.
Jiang Qiang has never seen anyone like Jian Li. He is like the warm sun in winter, gentle, restrained, restrained and tolerant.
It also hides a sharp edge that is ready to go, like an unsharpened iron blade, and there is a chilling cold light hidden in its core.
Even though one second he was being punched and kicked on the ground, looking disgraced, the next second he could easily dust himself off and still smile as wildly as ever.
But this person told her not to be afraid even if she had no shoes and the road she had to pass was covered with glass debris.
He pulled Jiang Qiang, who was hysterical and almost crazy, into his arms. It was as if a pool of autumn water had been rubbed into his throat. He said as solemnly as if he were reciting a sacred oath, "Jiang Qiang, don't you just have no shoes? The sky is high and the road is far, I will carry you on my back."
Tear, grow, repair and heal.
Intention: You just need to move forward, grow wildly, and have light in your eyes
