When I turned around, everything was gone. I couldn't see clearly. I poked my eyes hard, but I still couldn't see clearly. Only the tears were being torn out, and they were astringent, as if looking out through the car window in the rain, one or two drops obliterating my sight. The former Ling Ling always broke free from the shackles of the bars and rushed out of the city with the wall of memory, leaving nothing behind. Under the bright starry sky, everything was pale. The moonlight shines on the mottled walls, and the city is desolate and lonely. It was their sad experiences that slammed the towering city gate again and again, so it was not only the city gate that was broken, but also their hearts! They are all empty, only defeated, no longer nostalgic, and an empty city remains. Maybe the empty city is still sad, and the sadness becomes crazy; or maybe the spring grass lifts up the ruins of the wall, the empty city revives, and they are reborn.
Flowers that sleep in winter will always sprout new buds when spring comes, blooming with their own beauty. He slowly stretched out his left hand, approached her right hand, and said softly: "Xiaoxiao, come here..."