This is not a novel, just a rant in a dream.
This is a girl's dream, in those green years.
Every girl dreams that at that ignorant age, she doesn't want to hear a word from her parents, but feels sorry for his tears.
When we look back, those bits and pieces are always sweeter than bitter. When you wake up from the dream, it is the day of maturity. No matter how nostalgic you are, you will eventually forget it.
There are no dreams when growing up, only reality.
I am also a girl, and I also have days of dreaming and days of being reluctant to let go. However, others choose to say goodbye, but I choose to treasure it. It flows out from the tip of the pen and turns into words, keeping the memories in the present forever. Therefore, I am not a novelist, just a girl who weaves dreams, weaving dreams for the past and future, and sealing youth. The loneliness and smiles at that time were transformed into the heartbeat of this life through words.
I don't have fancy words, because that's not necessary—youth is never flashy.
This work is narrated from the first-person perspective, and the protagonist Chuntao Wan'er is also a portrayal of my reality. It is more of a memory than a fiction.
In this extremely glorious era of beauty, fandom, fantasy, and time travel, my heart told me to write down my ordinary feelings—an ordinary girl—ordinary memories.
I don't expect a high click-through rate, I just aspire to arouse the purest emotion in everyone's heart, the purest emotion in those green years.
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