The ashes are filled with white doves: Ye Xiaosi
Dong Ge, sometimes men can be cowardly and afraid. I have learned to beautify memories with forgetfulness just like you. I'm a lot happier, really. I think of the high school Chinese class I took with you, in the section of "Shi Shuo Xin Yu", the teacher said on the podium: "The best is to forget love, the worst is to love. The one who loves me is my generation." You hid your hand under the table and wrote a love letter to your Xiaobei.
Dancing in the Dark: Chen Jingbei
In the darkness, Xiaobei's tired hand found my hand and said Dongge like a sigh, you have changed. I suddenly felt very aggrieved, and a little soreness in my heart spread into a needle-like pain. "Xiao Bei, you suddenly told me that you wanted to die, so I took off my beautiful clothes to cover your eyes. The world is so big, and the only thing I can do is tolerate you, indulge your willfulness, and say goodbye. Xiao Bei, what do you want me to do?"
The House on the Point of a Needle: Cheng Jiang
The man standing in front of me was wearing a snow-white shirt, and the color was so light that it was spotless. His shoulders are broader, and he has been infiltrated by the years to become gentle and charming, but the white hair on his temples is also sad and melancholy. I couldn't help but take a step forward, touched his collar and then his face, smiling silly.