<Fireworks>

It was late autumn when I first met Ni Yuan. The leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the road were withered and sparse. I was admiring this beautiful autumn scenery alone on the street, and suddenly I found a boy sitting under a sycamore tree. His flowing hair and handsome face, and his silent expression looked so perfect. There were two boxes at his feet. There were a lot of CDs and books inside, and it said 5 yuan for two. He must have spent a lot of effort to collect them! If it were me, I would be reluctant to sell it. Why? Why are you wearing sandals on such a cold day? He closed his eyes and didn't speak... I always felt so pitiful.