Youth is a one-way road with no turning back, and we are all stumbling pedestrians on that road.
What is youth? It's the wanton sweat on the basketball court, it's the cicada chirping outside the evening study window, it's the note secretly passed under the desk, it's the frozen smile on the graduation photo. But youth is also the same - the way he suddenly looked at you in the sunshine of an afternoon; it was the way you bit your lips and refused to say anything after a quarrel; it was the day after the college entrance examination, when you were supposed to hug, but in the end you just passed each other.
This novel records about heartbeats, misunderstandings, unspoken words and irreparable regrets. It's about how we meet the person we want to love the most at an age when we least understand love, and how easily we let go of the person when we should cherish it the most.
Some people say that youth is a book that is too hasty. And I want to say that youth is like a gust of wind - it whizzes by, taking away our tenderness, innocence and recklessness, and finally stops in the deepest corner of the heart, becoming the echo of every heartbeat for the rest of our lives.
If you have ever been moved by someone's heart, or have been unable to let it go for a long time because of a certain moment, then this book may remind you of that summer wind, that person's eyes, and those past events that you thought you had forgotten, but actually never really let go of.
The wind will stop, but the memory will not.
And youth will always remain in the left ventricle.
——Written late at night when I was thinking of you!
