Youth novels are like the stars in the sky, countless and bright. Pain literature is more like the street lamps on the once bustling streets. A person will still be immersed when approaching, but it is not a broad road. Before I started writing, I was also asking myself, are the flowers I want to write about youth? Is it painful? Will anyone else want to see it? The answers to the first two questions are uncertain, as is the last. Every author hopes that his feelings can penetrate into the hearts of readers silently through words, like wind, rain, or a cup of sweet milk tea. However, words are a piece of Eden that heals us. If they can only turn into clouds and dissipate in the sky and the world, it will also be a trace of the existence of these flowers.
Flowers have an appointment, spring is not missed, a flower promises a breeze, and every year is worth it. In a world of impermanence, impermanence is ordinary. But there is always some certain beauty, just like the agreement between the wind and the flowers. Once the faith comes, it will be like this year after year, and it will never be broken. Life is indeed a circle, but it is not a linear rush between life and death, but a complete reincarnation. So a lot of anxiety can actually be relieved and wait for the wind to come and fulfill the appointment of time.
Concept: Women's growth is like the flowering period in different seasons. Each stage has its beauty worth preserving. We are people in the middle of the season and flower watchers. There is no need to be anxious, we just need to bloom in season.