This is more like a nostalgic diary than a novel. It is also a tribute to youth, it is better to say it is a memorial ceremony. Memorial to love. I don't think this is a novel, because the language may seem very plain, as plain as clear water, calm and calm. The youth in the novel is earth-shattering. In reality, only beautiful women can have youth. Secret love, hurt, love, dreams, uninhibitedness, impulsiveness.