<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > that felt like a green blade of grass had been lost. </h1>
It was a glowing gray dusk, and the heavens and the earth were pure, and there was no other color. A beautiful girl, holding a leaf of tender green grass between her fingers, stood quietly at the head of the bridge, and the dust and sand of the sea of hearts blurred her eyes. Gently, the blade of grass slipped from her hand. In a trance, she was lost in her youthful dreams, and she lost a tender blade of grass.
Nostalgia for that good time, hurried for many years, is God's gift of youth, life and sunshine. Like the ripe fruit of autumn, after several twists and turns, it is also leafy and spreads! After more than ten years of cultivation, she has cultivated a body of stability and depth. In the rain of flowers in the sea of hearts, she learned fraternity, freedom and sincerity.
Now, years have passed, and in this era of time is life and time is wealth, I can no longer remember what it was then. Only occasionally in the memory, a green blade of grass faintly drifted down. Looking back and looking forward, in the dawn of tomorrow, there is no gray trace, and the leaves of that year have also become the past.