If life is like fireworks, Jiang Shuwei still feels happy because she is blooming in the best period of her life. In those days, there was a Youshu. On the morning when Youshu left, he wrote two words for her on the dew-stained windowpane with his fingers - Goodbye. Shuwei thought that Youshu would be able to come back by the end of the year. When the flowers bloomed and the pavilion faded, and he grew older and older, Youshu still didn't come back. Some say he will never come back. Later, Shuwei got married and had a daughter, Weiwei, but Weiwei was like fireworks, blooming and falling again. Later, Weiwei came back. Difficulty, pain, despair, struggle, as the days go by, Weiwei understands her mother more and more. Even though love is as short-lived as fireworks, it is also gorgeous enough.
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So well written! Life is about passing through passes, passing through passes is difficult.
So well written! Life is about passing through passes, passing through passes is difficult.