"One morning I threw away yesterday, and from then on my steps became light."
—— Tagore, Stray Birds
Zheng Qing felt this sentence fit his mood perfectly, so he marked it with a wavy line using a feather pen. Then he stretched, closed the poetry collection in his hand, and looked up at the window.
Outside the window, it was daytime.
Birds sang in the shade of trees, insects buzzed over the bushes, butterflies fluttered their wings, dodging the saliva spewed by Grass Spirits, while flowers smiled happily, watching the scene cheerfully.
The sun warmed the earth, and a pleasant wind blew into the hospital room from outside, brushing against his face, warm, soft, extremely comfortable. The outdoor temperature was twenty degrees Celsius, and the weather orb created by the School Works Committee ensured the school would have the right rain or snow, winds, and clouds at the right time and place.
Welcome to First University.
This is the world that belongs to life.
