The original intention of this novel is to write a retrospective about youth, love and human nature based on real stories.
It's a tragedy.
Some people say that people who write stories have themselves hidden deep in their stories.
Sticking to a city is because there is a memory lingering in the city.
How many years can withstand the long wait, how many youth can endure the heavy burden, and how many years can withstand the fleeting time.
We can never go back, what a ruthless word contains such a helpless ending.
No matter how wonderful the writing is, it can't describe an old time that has grown old, or a glimpse of surprise in the world of mortals.
The outline of the story is as follows:
When you said you were just a mother, I thought I wouldn't love you. But when I saw you for the first time, my heart skipped a beat.
Every time I see you after that, my heart beats faster. It's okay, I know you have a son. I want to be his dad because I love you.
I don't want to have any more children in this life. I am willing for you. I am willing to spend my whole life loving you. The secular world is not terrible, what is terrible is the human heart.
I don't think I can love you. I don't want to lose your life because I love you too.
I would rather you be well and healthy. From then on, the world is far apart. As long as you're okay. The broken heart of plain paper, the green lantern of ancient Buddha.
This withered lily is my heart. My heart is like a dry well, but it makes waves again because of you. What should I do? Face your blood. You tell me what to do. How does a phoenix reach nirvana?