The Aunt and the Boy Are on the Verge of Rising Again

What I am sentimental about is not what I have lost, but what I have gained. Although life is filled with the air of no fixed place, every cup of freshness I breathe is the most beautiful blessing you have given me. Auntie, are you the grace of nature? Otherwise, how could my world have a touch of green and blend with azure. At this moment, cheering is not what I want to say the most... What I want to say more is: "Auntie, have you had breakfast?" Such a happy and sweet love unfolded in the cold winter...