My grandma’s sweet 刈柑 slices make the kitchen smell like sun, yet I 悼 the old days when we shared them while talking about her past with 勺 and a smile. Little do I know that those warm moments feel like fighting a 疟 of absence deep in my heart now.
The floods surged in with terrifying force, and the innocent calves hiding by the clear creek looked so vulnerable—truly a moment that makes us rethink how to coexist with nature.
Finally, I reached the shore. The rough waves pushed me around, but my only core instinct was to survive—thank the rescue team for pulling me through when all hope felt gone.