
The Morning Light Fades When We Were Young
About This Novel
On the long road of life, there may always be a group of people who softly comfort you when you are most sad and in need of comfort, and who will fight for you when you are bullied and helpless and cry. I am very grateful to them for appearing by my side, accompanying me, and taking care of me, because with them, the boring three years have become fun. There are all kinds of flavors in the world, thank you for your sweetness.
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Official(1)Scraped 6d ago
Youth is always beautiful
I am also in the third grade of junior high school. I face the same choice. I have been sad and happy, and sometimes I am alone in a daze. The third grade of junior high school is really a stage that people love and hate. Because of a choice, everyone will take a different path, embark on a different journey, and recall the past. In fact, junior high school is really Very pure, I read a book, and there is a sentence in it that I like very much: "It only takes one second to make a decision, but you have to fight for a long, long time because of the decision you make in this second." After you make a decision, no matter what the outcome is, at least you have worked hard and have no regrets.
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Official(1)Scraped 6d ago
Youth is always beautiful
I am also in the third grade of junior high school. I face the same choice. I have been sad and happy, and sometimes I am alone in a daze. The third grade of junior high school is really a stage that people love and hate. Because of a choice, everyone will take a different path, embark on a different journey, and recall the past. In fact, junior high school is really Very pure, I read a book, and there is a sentence in it that I like very much: "It only takes one second to make a decision, but you have to fight for a long, long time because of the decision you make in this second." After you make a decision, no matter what the outcome is, at least you have worked hard and have no regrets.







