The wind blows the shelves full of wisteria, the flowering season is approaching, the past cannot be forgotten
Maybe the times don't allow for such slow-paced love, but in the story, you can see such pure love and white moonlight
Even though, this kind of white moonlight has only one purpose: to grow oneself
Love is never a stumbling block for you, it is a perpetual motion machine that pushes you to grow!
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[Looking at the years, making mistakes for a lifetime]
When Shen Xinyi was 19 years old, he fell into the melancholy eyes of a young man named Yang Wen with just one glance in the crowd.
That touch of sadness has been like a poison since then, entering into the bones and eating away at the soul.
She recited Tsangyang Gyatso's poem——
"Whether you see me or not, I am right there, neither sad nor happy."
So does she.
Even if he never looked back, her affection had already taken root, never coming or going, neither increasing nor decreasing.
Some say it's a moth flying into a flame.
She said, then just pounce.
Even if there are no bones left, she still wants to keep that moment of "destruction is eternity".
She locked herself into one person's obsession, decadent and indulgent, but still as pure as before.
There are Yuan Shuang and Gao Jie beside her, two girls who are also not happy enough. They spend their entire youth accompanying her to be crazy, painful and crazy with her.
"It's enough to have this best friend in life."
Shen Xinyi said with a smile, but tears did not fall.
On the day of graduation, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and embarked on a journey like a madman to find the shadow that had made her sink for five years.
——Even if the ending is empty, she still wants to see the end of fate with her own eyes.
The Buddha said: Dependent origination is extinguished, and dependent origination is empty.
She said: That moment is eternity.
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Intention: That moment is both eternity and destruction.
