两代人,也许是三代人;也许同为亲子,也许互不相识。在不同的背景下书写相同的故事,或在相同的故事里洞察不同的人心。这里展现的是时代的印记,写作不是对垒,也没有PK,有的只是情感在时光里的交相辉映。冬爷爷刚刚离开,春风还带着凉意,万物似乎还没有苏醒,没有呈现一丝生机,百花更是沉迷于深深的睡梦之中。不对,你看,那 Two generations, perhaps three generations; perhaps the same parent, perhaps not know each other. Write the same story in different contexts, or get insight into different hearts in the same story. Here is the imprint of the times, writing is not against, there is no PK, and some just add up in the time of emotion. Winter Grandpa just left, the spring breeze is also with the coolness, everything seems to not wake up, did not show a trace of vitality, flowers are indulged in deep sleep. No, you see, that