Sometimes I feel that youth is the human comedy described by Balzac, always too much wandering and boring, too little colorful, just like a dream or a city.
A fairy tale.
You are right, we have missed the season of fairy tales and the time of fairy tales, but I will not forget the warmth that fairy tales once brought through my hair and skin.
Maybe many years later, we will regret our squandering, hate our indulgence, and regret our brevity, but one day, when life returns to silence, we will understand that this is the best time, the most beautiful memory, like fireworks, breaking the unprecedented silence of the night, blooming the splendor that life cannot forget, and then understand that we have always been at the center of the world and have never left.
Who I am? Although he is just an ordinary and unique student Zhao Qinghe, he will be here - waiting for you to enter this world.