But I still love the world.
Like, it's April in this world.
It's sultry for a few days, and people haven't reacted yet.
The cold current strikes again.
The wind is still blowing, but the birds don't buy it.
From the direction behind me, their shouts came and went.
Below the building is a refreshing street.
You can still smell fireworks from time to time.
Newborn baby
Sitting on the windowsill carefully, witnessing all this.
I was so surprised that I forgot to cry.
Because, I can't bear to disturb this picture that makes people feel warm inside, for fear of cutting my finger.
Tomorrow-
I made up my mind this time.
Practice good writing.
Use this clean and tidy word again
Full of letters I wrote to strangers
About spring, about the wind blowing from your city.
On the significance of wheat and sunflower in the hearts of Chinese and western people.
About this stranger and a man
The little boy's heart
? Xixiaozao
On March 24th, Yi Hainian was in Donghuan New Town.