I like that you are sick, although it is as dark as silk in the morning and turns into snow in the evening. When you grow up, you are addicted to staying up late and occasionally suffer from insomnia. A green hill is not enough to become a poem. Conan MengMeng is a realistic and toxic component. He walks on the road of growth, is young and successful, cries into a lake, is spoiled by nature, is brought up by the wind, never moves into a poem, becomes a poem in one step, writes happiness, and becomes a note in the moonlight.