Youth sings, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. I lie on the roof and watch the floating clouds gradually fade away to reveal the mirror-like sky. When you are here, the flowers are also passing through thousands of rivers and mountains in a hurry. Just as you and I met, it seems like a world apart. When we meet again, I see your vicissitudes of face turning into a flood of sorrow with inadvertent maturity. When you are here, youth is also like the fragrance of a jasmine plant, blooming calmly in life in time.
Youth is a song, the beauty of youth, the troubles of adolescence, and the arduous journey of growing up. That junior high school life that makes me reluctant to leave! Maybe I can only express my reluctance to you in this way!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
