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My Eighteen Years Old
I was born and grew up in the countryside, but I live the life of a rich man. I have never thought about my future. Now I am blank, my heart is empty, and my people are empty. I spend my day smiling, but at night I am sad alone. Who can understand me? My parents are not here, but I am like a child without a home. In the end, I want to leave here with comfort pills. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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Our Youth Has Come to an End
I always think back to, what is youth like? He is obviously not old yet, but he can't remember it. For me, Kissing Spring is an unfinished story. It is not finished, but in the end it is just forgotten. What kind of time was that? Very similar to each of you, but also different from each of you. In the hot summer when we were 18 years old, we took the college entrance examination in a classroom with ice cubes. The old electric fan was squeaking loudly above the head, and the classroom was so qui
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