Center yourself and be the protagonist of your own story.
Grand youth, unforgettable secret love, choose to remain unknown or hate each other?
The story does not turn over and the years pass by. The diary that records us exudes a faint musty smell. How damp is it? Is it the choking in our confused youth? Everything we never said out loud at that time is vividly written on the paper, drifting in the torrent of time, settling, and hidden in a small corner.
Later, on an occasional early morning or dusk, it quietly appeared, there were still ripples but less huge waves...
Finally, we copied an ancient sentence - "I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out to be different. It's a young man's journey." And wrote it on the title page.
It's youth, it's regret, it's also a happy time...
Purpose: Youth chasing dreams