Fading Time
by Liu Ye
About This Novel
In the afternoon when I was sixteen years old, the sun was not bright but it was very warm. I was sitting by the flower bed, holding a bright yellow orange in my hand, and my legs were swaying, feeling a little drifting. The golden sunshine slanted through my hair, and the warm golden color flowed through my body. At this time, I am afraid that only the snail lying under the grass at my feet had the leisure to enjoy the water-like sunshine like me. Maybe there are some lonely people in life who cannot be accepted by society. Maybe they are strong on the outside but fragile on the inside. They make it impossible for us to understand and we cannot imagine opening their hearts and maintaining balance and tolerance with them. But what I want to say is: understanding, like tolerance, is the greatest touch in the world.
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