A transfer student came to Class 3, Grade 2, Linguang High School.
"Hello, my name is Xu An."
"Hello." The boy smiled back.
"How big do you think a piece of paper can be?"
"I don't know."
The sun shines through the branches and leaves of the ivy and shines on the words written by an ordinary girl.
In the hole of the boy's desk, lying quietly was a piece of paper exuding the smell of sunshine.
After that, Jiang Xiaoming finally knew how big a piece of paper could be.
"A piece of paper can be very big or very small. It can be big enough to hold the whole world. It can be big enough to hold our youth. It can also be small enough to hold only you."
Intention: Dedicated to all boys and girls, the youth with little regrets.