This is a memoir about a girl's growth.
It contains the bitter, ups and downs that her close friends and sisters have experienced together.
Teachers and parents have high expectations for her.
There is the first love that she has hidden in her heart for a long time.
They constitute her beautiful youth.
Many memorable things in her memory were sorted out bit by bit by her.
I don't know if there will be shadows of you and me here. I hope they are your most precious gifts.
There is nothing extraordinary about this book. It is very ordinary. If you ask me, it is more like a cup of cold water.
It's just gentle, not outstanding.
If you see your sunshine or rain in this book, then believe me:
The sun is not far away.
I admit that I am a person who has not yet fully evolved.
I am still stuck in some tenderness of the past, yearning for the unique flavor of memories.
Not sweet but not that bitter either.
I think maybe I just want to stay like this.
There is no way to escape from the past, which is connected to all the meridians of my present.
Cutting off the past means the end is imminent and there is no room for turning back.
I don't know why I hold on to the past so tightly.
Some people say that this may be an unfinished plot, while others say that it is because you are unwilling to give in.
But I feel like there aren't that many reasons why. The only reason is that I can't bear to leave.
How can you let go of those beautiful little happinesses? They have already been integrated into your blood.
That is the mark of your youth that cannot be erased.