Last Summer

If you like my words, then please thank her for her tenderness, because her warmth melts time. If you think my words can be polished, I have to say sorry, I am still too shallow, and it is too difficult to browse memories about her. —— Time is gentle and can resolve hatred, but time is also cruel. It can continue to add weight to the pain until it is unbearable. There is no "if", no "I knew it earlier", no "start over", no "turn back time". The logic of human words and sentences is very strange. We often use such words that cannot change the facts but are helpless, as if they can comfort someone. But now, I still know from many places that her reality is really happening somewhere. There is no chaos in youth, only confusion and sadness. Some people just can't forget if they can't forget, and some things just can't be let go if they can't let go. No matter how far or how far you run away, it's useless. I have never dared to write it. Because I always feel that if I write something down, it will completely become a story. At least, in my world, they will become history. History represents complete passing and demise. I wasn't relieved, I just accepted it.

The writing was a bit jerky in the early stage, but in the later stage it was obvious that what was written came from the heart, but knowing that I liked the ending would only slowly reveal my uncontrollable regret as I recalled it. Why do people like to use summer to describe the people they like? Because it is warm, warm, and summer has passed. It means yesterday's summer. I just want to tell you that maybe in your eyes, this world is very warm. But in this world, there is someone who thinks you are warmer. He likes you very much, he likes you very much. He liked you before, likes you now, and will like you again in the future. You are being loved. Autumn has come in the city, and the ginkgo trees on the roadside have turned yellow, and the scenery is very beautiful. His daily life is filled with classes and work. When he writes these words, a light rain falls in the sky. The weather forecast said that the rain would stop soon. He also looked at the weather forecast for your city. It will also start to cool down and rain there. The flu is coming. Please keep warm and remember to bring an umbrella. Everything is fine. I hope it will be sunny tomorrow, and I hope you will always be hot.

This is a love letter to all silent youth. Xu Qing's three silent confessions bloom and fall repeatedly in memory like blue jacaranda flowers. Those cautious throbbings, unsent notes, and words swallowed back from the bottom of my heart piece together the time of "clumsy love" that each of us has experienced. The author proves with poetic touches: Some misses themselves are the gentlest annotation of growth. Very exciting, read this book!

The author wrote so well! After reading this book, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time. Xu Qing's three unspoken confessions all touched the soul deeply and evoked endless memories of youth. This is probably the case for everyone's youth. He is so real! Youth is full of regrets. The author's writing is excellent and fluent. After reading it through, he records Xu Qing's youth in the most authentic language [Love] [Love]