This book has no grand worldbuilding or genius cultivation protagonist who turns his life around. It is only a footnote to an ordinary world.
The meaning of growing up does not lie in the inevitable march of age. Aging is certain, but growth comes from the accumulation of experiences, each one an accident.
It was the first time I kissed her. The brief touch of our lips left a boy in the full bloom of youth unable to calm down. She lowered her head shyly, as if innocence had taken shape in that moment.
Time sees some things more clearly than the eyes, but without us noticing, it also takes so much away!
Maybe longing lasts longer than time. I never dare look back at who I used to be, just as stubborn as Li Mo!
I often fantasize about being loved, about being chosen. Yes, maybe as time passes, we too are subtly changed. Maybe we waver, and might even deny, one by one, the things we once had.
Perhaps another outsider will stir my thoughts and rekindle my passion.
Yes, in this life, it's hard not to fall for many people. That's the joy of love at first sight, after all.
But this world is full of illusions. The sincerity I seek, if missed, won't seem as dazzling when I find it again. The letdown after a brief rush of excitement is empty and exhausting. From the day I met her, she has always been the one I look at.
This isn't stubbornness. I only hope our romance was never something deliberately contrived. What lasts until death is not romance. It's us!
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One cannot have youth and the feeling of youth at the same time. Life requires firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. We cannot predict who will come first tomorrow or an accident. As human beings, we cannot choose our own origins, but fortunately God has given us the opportunity to choose our own path. I don't believe in anything destined by God. I only know that man is determined to defeat God, and everything depends on man. You may not be as good as others say, but you are not as bad as you think. When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. Very realistic, but unique
Plain but real youth
The author is good at drawing materials from reality, and his writing style is not bad. I suggest you not to pile up too much rhetoric in some places, keep up the good work!