Zhou Chunzhi was born in the mud, but grows in the sun.
It broke into a spring brightly and openly, and the leaves on the spring ground grew symbiotically with the spring branches. "Yesu, I'll take you home, to our own home." The girl's eyebrows arched, staring at her brightly.
When I stretched out my hand, it was gentle and infinitely clean. When I stretched out my hand again, the spring branches fell to the ground, and the blood and coldness pierced my soul.
Ten years later, when the spring birds were singing, Zhou Chunzhi waved wantonly in the morning sun, the spring flowers bloomed and faded, and the summer cicadas chirped, but when he looked back, he still had the spirit of a young man.
"Haru Zhi, I will come to you this time."
Under the clear sky and bright sun in the distance, Li Zhichao laughed hoarsely. From then on, her world was peaceful.
Intention: When you are still a young man after going through thousands of sails, the rising sun will make everything okay