Two siblings from a single-parent divorced family unexpectedly embarked on the same path, and their path was full of thorns. On this road, they met many identical roses, and they grew up among thorns together. Even in the face of opposition from teachers and parents, they still bloomed bravely; but the rose they loved most remained in the sea forever.
Intention: Focus on minority groups. There is nothing wrong with being a minority, and there is nothing wrong with roses. It is wrong to define them randomly.