Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 12 (He)

Through the haze of sighs and grief, the past unfolded before my eyes.

What a nostalgic sight!

No worries, no need to take care of others, just follow your own heart and sing and walk.

No one will speculate on a child with malice, and no one will kill a child's happiness with ridicule.

The so-called happy childhood is probably the Eland Park built by the adults around you, without snakes or apples.

And time passed slowly, and the stories were like veils, layer upon layer, covering life.

As the age grows, the sadness grows.

The past was covered in gray sighs and sadness.

Through the tulle of the past, my eyes can see the future, where there is the sweetness of spring, the warmth of summer, the quiet beauty of autumn, and the serenity of winter.

There is the melancholy under the smile, and the joy behind the tears.

There is no innocence, but a more profound and mature thought.

There
have myself.

(End of this chapter)