My Youth Is Like a Hot Teardrop

Youth, like the rainy season in early spring, disturbs people's thoughts and is unforgettable. Youth is like a silkworm chrysalis emerging from a cocoon, thrilling people's hearts and surprising everyone. Youth is like passing time, so close yet fleeting. The time is so good that no matter how you pass by, you will always be disappointed. Happiness is too far away, no matter how you run, you will always stop. Youth is too short, no matter how you burn it, it will be a waste. In this young season, I often feel confused, so confused that I can't see the stars in the sky, so confused that I can't see the neon lights in the distance, so confused that I can't recognize the direction of my feet, and so confused that I can't recognize myself in front of me. Time is like running water, unable to withstand waiting, every glance is eternity. If you can't predict tomorrow, you should cherish the present. The past has become a scroll of history, and you can only read it. Recalling the past, it is a hot teardrop that burns your skin and penetrates your heart. It is a beautiful picture that will make you burst into tears and break your soul. It's like you are walking toward each other, but you can't stop... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.