Cao Ziyi stood on the window sill of the 11th floor, at the end where the sky meets the high-rise building, the dream has wings and shines with light; Su Xiaoyu's weird joy lies in the little dream she insists on, crying and saying not to give up; Si Ze remains silent, sharp, and forbearing, working hard towards his dream and vows as always; Wang Ke persists all the way, those little stories about childhood, like Like dandelions, they are content with whatever comes; Yiyun remembers the sea of green ivy on the teaching building, the hills not far away, the thin and long-lasting youth, the little dreams left in the corner; and Jianhe, those unfinished paintings, those fragmented dreams, those memories that are stubborn and unwilling to recall, make her always wander alone in a strange city.
We have finished reading "The Brothers Grimm's Fairy Tales". When our youth whizzes by, we leave pale and lonely...