"Birds start chirping at five o'clock in the morning. Many things in this world are closely related. There is a shadow behind me because I am trying hard to run toward the sun. Although it is silent in the middle of the night, I believe you will soon hear the birds singing in the morning."
When I saw this sentence online, I still felt that in those sad black memories, Liu Muyang was like the sun rising at five o'clock in the long night, replacing all the noisy quarrels with birdsong. It was He who pushed me out of all the bad times and freed me from all the vines that held me down.
So that in my memory of eighteen years old, I only have the morning when Liu Muyang took me to run to watch the sun rise at five o'clock. He held my hand, and the warmth in his palm continued to transfer to me. The sun was just right at that time, the north wind was howling, and it felt like running. I think that the sun was rising at this moment, and the birds chirping one after another were not as wanton as his brows and eyes.
Intention: reality, redemption, growth