Sunflowers Wither at Eighteen

He arrived with the youthfulness of July, his eyes were like stars, his face was like the breeze, and his thin body carried a unique soul. Decades of autumn and spring have passed, but kindness remains the same and stubbornness remains unchanged. Zhumeng's roar became more sonorous, and his bloodshot youth became more fiery. Even if I burn myself out, the rippling warmth, the surging snow waves, and the swirling petals of July sunflowers will all go thousands of miles away with the spring breeze and will never wither. He uses his passion and perseverance to tell the story of infinite possibilities...