While I'm Still Young, While I Still Love You
by Zhang Junya
About This Novel
People age easily. I really want to know, will you, the one I love, live well in my lifetime? We are living in this world, but it couldn't be simpler. No matter what life gives or who we meet, accepting it calmly is the most beautiful gesture in the heart.
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Official(24)Scraped 3d ago
Since I met you, I will be you for the rest of my life.
I am not afraid that we will become strangers from now on, because I will stalk you! I just want to be devoted to you, I just want to be devoted to you. I'm so scared, so scared, that I won't have the opportunity, time, and right to express my love. I'm afraid that we will become strangers from now on. People are all ups and downs in the world, and they are nostalgic for the past. There is only the rest of their lives besides the rest of their lives. I like you, you should know it too.
Youth is in chaos, and we are separated in a hurry!
What is left until last is often the best
It is inevitable to have regrets in youth
strangeness
Although I have only read the fifth chapter, the first four chapters left a deep impression on me, because I have many similarities with the author, but I will only express my thoughts in words when I am alone, and I will not speak out. I believe that the author is also such a person. I have taken a different path in life, told different stories, experienced ordinary life, fantasized about the realization of my dreams, and finally quietly moved towards a peaceful heart, looking at myself, thinking about the past, experiencing the present, and imagining the future. I didn't know what I needed, and I was trying to find my own direction. I thought that if I wanted something, I would definitely get it. Slowly I learned to listen, slowly learned to think, and slowly learned to experience other people's thoughts. In this crowded city, looking for one's own tranquility has to be said to be unrealistic. Far away from the city, looking for one's own self, but one finds that one can't bear to part with the noisy dawn. I have been trying to find myself, what I need, my home, and the life I want. I also tried to settle down and live a good life, but found that such a boring life was not suitable for my young self. I also tried to embark on a journey, but found that I didn't even know where the end of the journey was. I have been confused and hesitant. I asked myself the same question two years ago. Are you willing to study like them, go to college, and finally enter the society in obscurity to fight for your own future? This is not the life I want, nor the outcome I want. So I dropped out of school, looking for my own direction, and stepped into society for two years. I found that I did not regret it, but I began to envy their kind of life. Yes, envy, not jealousy. Because everything I have now is with my own hands, working hard from being penniless, not like them. (Just telling the facts, no other thoughts) So I started to determine my own direction, study computer and psychology, because these are two courses that I think are very necessary to learn in the current 21st century, but I don't know how to learn. Should I learn from a culture that I haven't graduated from junior high school? , Unrealistic, but in this rapidly developing city, you have to learn. So I started thinking about it, and finally found that I really like to write poems, lyrics, my own thoughts and some inner feelings. So at 2.12Am this morning, I wrote down some of my own thoughts before my coming-of-age ceremony. I began to give me this kind of narration, insights, and thoughts. I came up with a name that is more suitable for it. In fact, I had this idea as early as when I was 13 years old, but at that time it was a vague concept and uncertain idea, so it was named Listener-Yang Haolin.
I'm fine. It's enough for me to know. Why use other people's happiness to punish myself? It makes people feel sad to read it! It hurts!
The song ends and everyone disperses.
Time will always dilute everything, and I will be reluctant to leave you with tears as soon as I leave you. But after a while, you will get used to not having me. Then go back to the previous road.
Habit is a terrible thing
It turns out that sadness can be redeemed by sadness
Anyway, it was written in our hearts, which is good.
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Official(24)Scraped 3d ago
Since I met you, I will be you for the rest of my life.
I am not afraid that we will become strangers from now on, because I will stalk you! I just want to be devoted to you, I just want to be devoted to you. I'm so scared, so scared, that I won't have the opportunity, time, and right to express my love. I'm afraid that we will become strangers from now on. People are all ups and downs in the world, and they are nostalgic for the past. There is only the rest of their lives besides the rest of their lives. I like you, you should know it too.
Youth is in chaos, and we are separated in a hurry!
What is left until last is often the best
It is inevitable to have regrets in youth
strangeness
Although I have only read the fifth chapter, the first four chapters left a deep impression on me, because I have many similarities with the author, but I will only express my thoughts in words when I am alone, and I will not speak out. I believe that the author is also such a person. I have taken a different path in life, told different stories, experienced ordinary life, fantasized about the realization of my dreams, and finally quietly moved towards a peaceful heart, looking at myself, thinking about the past, experiencing the present, and imagining the future. I didn't know what I needed, and I was trying to find my own direction. I thought that if I wanted something, I would definitely get it. Slowly I learned to listen, slowly learned to think, and slowly learned to experience other people's thoughts. In this crowded city, looking for one's own tranquility has to be said to be unrealistic. Far away from the city, looking for one's own self, but one finds that one can't bear to part with the noisy dawn. I have been trying to find myself, what I need, my home, and the life I want. I also tried to settle down and live a good life, but found that such a boring life was not suitable for my young self. I also tried to embark on a journey, but found that I didn't even know where the end of the journey was. I have been confused and hesitant. I asked myself the same question two years ago. Are you willing to study like them, go to college, and finally enter the society in obscurity to fight for your own future? This is not the life I want, nor the outcome I want. So I dropped out of school, looking for my own direction, and stepped into society for two years. I found that I did not regret it, but I began to envy their kind of life. Yes, envy, not jealousy. Because everything I have now is with my own hands, working hard from being penniless, not like them. (Just telling the facts, no other thoughts) So I started to determine my own direction, study computer and psychology, because these are two courses that I think are very necessary to learn in the current 21st century, but I don't know how to learn. Should I learn from a culture that I haven't graduated from junior high school? , Unrealistic, but in this rapidly developing city, you have to learn. So I started thinking about it, and finally found that I really like to write poems, lyrics, my own thoughts and some inner feelings. So at 2.12Am this morning, I wrote down some of my own thoughts before my coming-of-age ceremony. I began to give me this kind of narration, insights, and thoughts. I came up with a name that is more suitable for it. In fact, I had this idea as early as when I was 13 years old, but at that time it was a vague concept and uncertain idea, so it was named Listener-Yang Haolin.
I'm fine. It's enough for me to know. Why use other people's happiness to punish myself? It makes people feel sad to read it! It hurts!
The song ends and everyone disperses.
Time will always dilute everything, and I will be reluctant to leave you with tears as soon as I leave you. But after a while, you will get used to not having me. Then go back to the previous road.
Habit is a terrible thing
It turns out that sadness can be redeemed by sadness
Anyway, it was written in our hearts, which is good.
