The Splendor of the Fireworks

Three years ago, Zhong Tianlang quietly left this city; three years later, he returned from studying in Japan. On the plane back, he recalled his carefree childhood by the river and the city that brought him countless laughter and pain. From the age of ten to twenty-three, this city recorded the thirteen years of his growth, including ignorance, publicity, smiles, tears, and a first love as light as lilac. Love, friendship, and family affection constitute the golden folds of thirteen years. When the twenty-six-year-old Zhong Tianlang suddenly looked back, those joys or pains had already imprinted a term in his heart, that is, life. . .