Introduction to the work
Xu Zhixia's first grade of junior high school was like an old newspaper soaked by a heavy rain - her father's alcohol was tainted with lies, her mother's slap prints were filled with unspoken pain, and she hid the answers to big math questions deep in the scratch paper, using deliberate mediocrity as a shield. The crescent-shaped wound on the arm is a silent cry, and the report card on the inside of the cotton-padded jacket is filled with the warmth of her heart. This girl who is always hiding things needs pain to prove that she is alive.
Until the warm light of the office desk lamp spread over the scabbed skin, Teacher Xiao Ou's words "living should be warm" were like a seed falling into the frozen soil. When she drew the thirty-seventh sunflower in her diary, she finally understood: the hidden edge, the choked sobs, and the long nights she endured were never cowardly—it was the spring that she planted for herself in the cracks of fate at the age of seventeen.
Concept: No matter how harsh the native winter is, it cannot stop the spring of self-redemption.
