The Unfinished Letter in the Summer Evening Breeze

About This Novel

When the wind in the corridor sweeps past the corners of clothes wrapped in chalk dust, it always blows youth into a diary full of wrinkles. There is the sourness hidden in the corner of the playground after failing in the exam, and the astringency that cannot be melted away by even half a candy handed to me by friends; there is the sweetness of sharing headphones with my best friend on a bicycle, and the bubbles of soda are floating in the wind; there is also the bitterness of breaking my knee at a sports meeting, but it is warmed into a medal by the support of everyone. There is also the secret love hidden in the notebook, the name that was secretly traced over and over again, the hurriedly averted gaze when we met in the corridor, and the "goodbye" that I didn't dare to write in the graduation book. The good, the bad, the unspoken, and the regretful endings are all like the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, noisy but fleeting. But it is these ups and downs that are kneaded together to form the youth that belongs to us - it is not perfect, but it is vivid enough; it will come to an end, but it will always remain hot in the memory, becoming an old time that every time I think of it in the future, I can smile and sigh, "It's so good." Later, the evening breeze gradually cooled down, causing the corners of the letter paper to curl up slightly, and I discovered that there were some thoughts about youth, just like this unfinished letter in the summer evening breeze. There is no need to pursue a perfect ending, because those moments related to you have long been quietly engraved into memories with the summer evening breeze, more clearly than any words.

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