The Sea of ​​Youthful Flowers in My Heart

In every woman's heart, there is a wetland waiting to be reclaimed. It has been filled with tears and rain, and it has also been covered with ice and snow, but as long as you dare to sow seeds, it will eventually reward you with a whole sea of ​​gorgeous flowers. This is a book unlike any coming-of-age story. It is a romantic fairy tale that uses life as soil, time as a hoe, and is planted with one's own hands. The author uses his own life journey as a model and uses himself as a vivid method to sincerely and bravely reflect on a woman's transformation from childhood to doctorate. There are no boring sermons in the book, only memories as clear and moving as streams; there are no heavy accusations, only the freedom and wisdom that turn pain into nutrients. Childhood is the magic of the two yuan under my grandpa's pillow and the cold farewell of Laba Festival, which gives us the first taste of the lost cracks and the conditions of love. Youth is the hustle and loneliness connected by the first telephone line. It is the first blood mark drawn among the thorns by the reckless sincerity like a wild rose. Pain, however, marks that we are truly alive. Over the years since then, we have pursued learning like sunflowers, redefined our own purity and solemnity like lilies, been nourished in the violet garden of the Women's Alliance, and finally, like irises, have built a rainbow bridge of hope for ourselves and others. The whole book uses flowers and their language as warp and weft to weave many key moments of growth. Every kind of flower is a solemn sowing by the pond of heart.