This year, I am 23 years old, to be precise I will be 24 soon, and I am single now. No goals, no thoughts about the future. Living in a hazy but happy way is where I am today. Love comes and goes, leaving only memories that cannot be taken away. The past is like smoke. People's eyes will be hazy and they can't see the road ahead temporarily, but they will eventually fade away. I have sorted out my emotional journey from the beginning of my love affair to the present. Because it is really not a unique love, my words are a bit exaggerated. Please forgive me. I know clearly that one day these memories will turn into wrinkles on my face, smile lines, and tangled brows when I am sad. Now I am trying to hold on to the tail of youth, but only to find the heartbeat that allows me to see eternity...
This article is divided into seven volumes: Flowers in the Mirror, Thunder in the Blooming Season, Meeting a Fox in a Dream, Educational Love, Duckweed Scuffle, Senior Friends, and Slow Water.