Fireworks of the Egg Under the Red Flag

Some of the eggs under the red flag grow into pillars in the light, while others hide in the shadows and endure life. What is glorious is history, what is frustrating is life. The tide of the times rolls around, some people ride the wind and others are buried in the sand. There is no cheating, no counterattack, just a generation of people living their truest self in the fireworks and wind and rain. This is not a story, it is the life that countless people swallowed quietly.