Youth is like cube sugar, right? There are angular, fragile, absurd, sweet. This sweetness is to be tasted by the tip of the tongue. There is always such a stage in life, a happy no matter what, no matter what to say also happy, we also have sweet, good night, our youth.

I can't imagine the background of my hometown in wang Yang. The hometown of wang Yang disappeared. The sun is shining, and the smoke and the dusk of the evening falls in flower POTS on the shelf, butterfly flower in the garden and climbing beans, cucumber, and the leek and prostrate in squash, now is gone. Where can I go without my hometown?
 
Standing on this side of the city, watching flowers and blossoms fall, there is a faint feeling of sadness flowing slowly in my heart, loneliness and love are like clouds, gathering and scattering. It is said that when there is a flower on the other side, the lonely will bear fruit. The fruit of loneliness is always the most hurting. On the other side, the flowers are blooming and the flowers are blooming.