It was already June when Cheng Nian returned to Lianzhou Silver Beach. The umbrella-shaped Albizia Julibrissin tree is blooming with pink Albizia Julibrissin flowers, which become more and more bright under the sunlight. A breeze blows by, and the petals and branches sway with the wind, like old friends reunited after a long separation, murmuring love words. Cheng Nian recalled the scene of their first meeting under the acacia tree a year ago, remembered Yu Shaozhou's sculpture-like figure, and thought of Yu Shaozhou's confusion when smoking, and a hint of sweetness emerged in his heart.
Now I see albizia flowers blooming again, but I don't see my old friend.
In the adult world, what is good or bad, right or wrong does not matter; besides, it is not possible to tell what is right or wrong immediately. People are smart. If you choose to gain something, at least make sure you don't suffer a loss first. Cheng Nian understands this truth, but cannot accept it. If everything is chosen based on how much profit one makes, then what is the difference between humans and machines that do not know pain and have no perception? If humans cannot live according to their own wishes, what is the meaning of living?
Intention: traffic dominates, literati are lonely
