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Passionate writing. A small boy who evokes so many emotions in me that I feel the need to record them. I believe that the people I cherish have souls of the same color spectrum, and I am one end of that spectrum. I may be the darkest and most murky, but I still recognize my beauty. I love myself, so I love those who resemble me. I see myself in them, search for myself, and embrace and encourage myself. This child, Yu Xi, seems even purer than me. Their purity is like a clear spring that attracts and refreshes people. I read about this child from their friend's account and from others who have worked with them. They try to tell the world: they are doing well. And I cried. Words are a powerful carrier of energy, like water, meant to nurture life and not bring destruction. I remember writing about love because of Guisan. Love attracts love, goodness attracts goodness. Those around him love and protect him because he is the source of living water, initiating the cycle of love. I think of Mr. Gang's friends describing him with love and respect. I say this child is like Guisan, and also like my Mr. Gang. I read their interview, the words are well remembered, and their thoughts are translated. Sensitive, sincere. Towards themselves, towards the world. We are similar, but I do not have that pure tenderness towards others. The world can be harsh, leaving scars on oneself. My idol absorbs those tears and blood, yet remains transparent and brilliant. I sincerely hope this child possesses a similar resilience. Like water, gentle yet strong. I wish for them to protect their true self and find comfort and stability with themselves.