The day before the college entrance examination, Cheng Nian was the only one in the classroom. She stood quietly in front of her desk. The desk was as clean as if it had been wiped. There was an empty bottle of Yakult on the desk with some assorted flowers inserted in it. He threw them on her desk casually, and she collected them. Cheng Nian didn't know why she returned to this empty classroom, maybe just to take a look at these withered flowers. Cheng Nian touched the desk. There was a notebook that looked like it had been turned over many times? I opened it and took a look. The first sentence on the home page was a poem by Borges: The moon does not know her tranquility and brightness, and she does not even know that she is the moon.
Chen Qianlu, I already knew what you meant
Intention: Our youth that we think is bleak may be the only light in other people's youth