
Youth Kisses Me with Pain
by Xixiaoluo
About This Novel
At that time, he told her in the starry night: Youth kissed you with pain and asked you to sing in return. At that time, in the parting birch forest, he wrote on the palm of her hand: I like you. Time flies, time flies. We transform into butterflies in our beautiful years, and then drift away in our cruel fate. Can those tiny rays of light that exist in memories support this yellowing and fading youth? Can you still hear those love words secretly written in the palm of your hand? Youth kisses me with pain and wants me to sing in return.
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Official(158)Scraped 11d ago
I like Rabindranath Tagore's poem in it, insist on not giving up on the person you like, although they missed each other for many years, they finally got together.
Really good!!!
Companionship is the longest confession of love, just like a kind of love called Cheng Ge and Qing Nuan, just like the initial lie will be exposed in the end, What is destined is that they can never escape. Just like Qing Nuan and Cheng Ge who first met in the carriage...
After reading this novel, I suddenly fell in love with Rabindranath Tagore's poems. They are beautiful and the author's writing is great. Come on, keep writing good works😶
Well, it's okay. After all, companionship is the longest confession.
"Ti" is Italian, what do you mean? It turns out that Cheng Ge has always liked Qing Nuan. Although they missed each other for so many years, they were still together in the end. Lovers finally got married. The love story between them was also very touching. I like this book very much and it deserves a thumbs up.
Riding bicycles together on the way to school facing the morning glow, waiting in long queues at the big canteen together, reading Tagore's playground together, and sleeping side by side in a paradise. Bickering, fighting, blushing and asking the other person if he likes me, and then biting the bullet, just refusing to be the one to open up first. Dislike and like are so naturally and skillfully blended together that they cannot be separated. The more childish love is, the more trivial the event is. It can even be said to be insipid. It is nothing more than a child hooking his fingers and shaking his fist. And such a memory as light as water, hidden in the mailbox that no one cares about, has its own unique warmth.
It's really sad to miss it
I like Tagore's poems very much. The plot is good. I like it very much. The author will keep up the good work!
I like it so much. I wish we could have such a person to accompany us. Companionship: the longest confession of love
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Official(158)Scraped 11d ago
I like Rabindranath Tagore's poem in it, insist on not giving up on the person you like, although they missed each other for many years, they finally got together.
Really good!!!
Companionship is the longest confession of love, just like a kind of love called Cheng Ge and Qing Nuan, just like the initial lie will be exposed in the end, What is destined is that they can never escape. Just like Qing Nuan and Cheng Ge who first met in the carriage...
After reading this novel, I suddenly fell in love with Rabindranath Tagore's poems. They are beautiful and the author's writing is great. Come on, keep writing good works😶
Well, it's okay. After all, companionship is the longest confession.
"Ti" is Italian, what do you mean? It turns out that Cheng Ge has always liked Qing Nuan. Although they missed each other for so many years, they were still together in the end. Lovers finally got married. The love story between them was also very touching. I like this book very much and it deserves a thumbs up.
Riding bicycles together on the way to school facing the morning glow, waiting in long queues at the big canteen together, reading Tagore's playground together, and sleeping side by side in a paradise. Bickering, fighting, blushing and asking the other person if he likes me, and then biting the bullet, just refusing to be the one to open up first. Dislike and like are so naturally and skillfully blended together that they cannot be separated. The more childish love is, the more trivial the event is. It can even be said to be insipid. It is nothing more than a child hooking his fingers and shaking his fist. And such a memory as light as water, hidden in the mailbox that no one cares about, has its own unique warmth.
It's really sad to miss it
I like Tagore's poems very much. The plot is good. I like it very much. The author will keep up the good work!
I like it so much. I wish we could have such a person to accompany us. Companionship: the longest confession of love

