"Those who keep saying,
that each generation is worse than the last, should look at you;
...
freely learning a combat technique, enjoying a romance, appreciating a novel, traveling to distant places.
...
You have obtained the rights we once dreamed of — the right to choose.
...
So,
surge ahead, young waves!
We flow in the same rushing river."
Mu Qingmei looked at this article, unable to put it down for a long time, greedily reading it several times as if savoring a delicacy, until the new applicant across from her wanted to borrow the test paper, she reluctantly let go of the article.
It was brilliant!
It was exhilarating!
She couldn't wait to jot it down and show it to the people of White Night!
Just reading the words above, Mu Qingmei seemed to see a dignified and benevolent elder, with eyes full of hope for the younger generation, a heart brimming with envy for them, every word and sentence a sincere blessing and praise for the juniors.
