The pomegranate flowers in the corner were in bloom, bright red, but few people stopped.
It was a wall that crumbled to the touch. There was conspicuous sand mixed in the cement, and the wall skin fell off to reveal the red bricks underneath.
Only the newly painted white slogan wall is brand new and dazzling, with bright red slogans printed on it.
"Have children late and have children late, have good health and good education, have fewer children and have good health, and have a happy life."
But no matter how bright and eye-catching the words are, in Azi's eyes they are all the same and he doesn't recognize any of them.
It was in that summer that he met him, Azi, do you still remember me?
Intention: happy life, happy life
