I went far away to the grand banquet of the world, but failed to see the beauty of the prosperous world. People often say that there will always be three or two winds in the world to fill those hundreds and thousands of dreams, but where is my south wind? The tragic childhood experience cannot be exchanged for sympathy. The things recorded in the diary when I was 8 years old have become increasingly rare as time goes by. The last sentence stopped on July 3: I have grown up and cannot wait for the south wind in my dreams. The world owes me an unforgettable feast. The sharpness of her writing is also mixed with the unfairness of worldly affairs. Fortunately, at the age of 15, she met her own light, and the starlight passed through the desolation deep in her heart. At this moment, her world regained color.
Intention: Not all suffering is worthy of praise. I am grateful for the good things I have encountered, but I do not think that it is compensation after suffering.