The Buddhist scriptures say that life has eight forms of suffering:
Birth, aging, illness, death, meeting those you hate, parting from those you love, failing to get what you want, and the raging of the five aggregates.
All are forms of utter suffering.
One person said they were leaving, and the other never tried to make them stay.
Time knows of the love buried beneath the wind and sand, but in this world, there are countless things more important than love.
A country, for instance. A sense of duty.
And so many things left unsaid.
There are always people losing what they love, and people missing their chance.
And so, for the rest of their lives, some people remain alone.
(This book is not based on real people or events. Best enjoyed slowly.)
Give yourself a five-star hehehehehehehe⊹꙳ ˶˙ᵕ˙˶ ⊹꙳ I didn't write this book quickly, but I finished it very quickly. This book condenses all my hard work. I know it's heavy, unpleasant, not brain-burning, not slap-in-the-face, and doesn't have any outrageous yet eye-catching traffic codes. It can be said that the data of my book was not good from the beginning, but I have persisted in writing it until now, mainly to give an explanation for my youth. There are some plot points in this book that I wrote when I was in high school, where I was most emotionally broken. At that time, I was a student living on campus, and there happened to be an epidemic. During the intense study at school, I once wanted to cry for no reason. In order not to over-excite my emotions, I started to pick up the pen and start creating. It can be said that my writing career started in the fourth grade of elementary school and went through the entire junior high school. In high school, I gave up for fear of delaying my studies, but then I started again. What really made me start writing my first article in high school was when I saw a sentence from Cai E in the exercise book - "However, a seven-foot body has been promised to the country, and it will be difficult to give it to the king." At that time, I was shocked by this sentence, and the passion for creation suddenly burst out. So I started my first article - "Mistake". Because the writing style of this article is too immature in my opinion today, and many plots are not consistent with reality, so I have not published it here. Now I don't remember the specific plot very clearly. I just remember that the male protagonist is Xu Nuo and the female protagonist is Mo Wan. After all, the promise made by the male protagonist was not fulfilled, and the female protagonist did not retain her. Later, I wrote a lot more one after another. For example, the first drafts of "Waiting" and "Pear Blossom" were created at that time. Waiting refers to waiting for someone who doesn't know if he can come back, and waiting for someone who will never come back. Lihua refers to the fact that Ali, who was looking forward to snow, only saw Lihua before she died, but her brother Lin An died in the heavy snow that she missed. These stories have different backgrounds, but they all contain inevitable tragedies. I have a lot of foreshadowing, and I also wrote a lot of little details in secret, hoping that my dear readers will notice when they look back that everything was already hinted at. And I use Buddha to guide me, just to tell you that these sufferings have passed, and we will no longer be able to empathize with them. Even if we meet in an illusion, it is like a dream, because there is never any real empathy in this world. I still love writing, I still love writing, but my next book shouldn't be as idealistic as this. Thank you to those who have read my book, and to all the readers who have commented and praised me. Thank you for making me not the only one reading this book. Finally, I respect you, respect myself, and respect the time that is gone forever.
My sister's writing style is so beautiful and well written, but why is it a knife? 😢
It was so well written that I cried while reading it, and it hurt a bit from being stabbed.