Star Tears

Zhixia stood at the street corner in the sunset and said goodbye to the breeze and drizzle in May. I picked up the winter melon soup cooked by my brother Zhidong and it was sweet in the mouth. When I returned to school again, I found that the class of fifty people was missing one person. When he returned home, only traces of himself remained in the room where the two of them had been. Disappearance and sudden change. Everything familiar became unfamiliar. Zhixia picked up a copper coin and followed the guidance of the dream to find an answer. Zhixia crossed mountains, stepped across rivers, and took the outline of the ancestral star. The vastness of the solar system and the brilliance of the Milky Way. Ancient historical myths reflect the continuous sea of ​​stars. Symphony creates a brand new door, slowly opening towards Zhixia