I met you the other day, but the familiar you are so strange. In my eyes, you are still the lively and carefree child. I hope to catch birds in the snow with you again and hunt with you in Gua Tian on summer nights. I also know that these years have not been good. In fact, I feel the same way when I see that your life is not satisfactory, but there is nothing I can do.
I think the efforts of our generation are worthwhile. We just wish the children would stop living like this. I wrote so much unconsciously, I don't know if you understand. Maybe I was just talking to myself!