It was the youth of crazy obsession, with unbridled romance; it was the youth of continuous plum rains, with torrents of tears and rainbow-like smiles; it was the youth of witty words and songs, with the purest, most beautiful, and inseparable love; that was our youth, the exquisite young man standing on the riverside of life, waiting for the feast of blooming flowers, beautiful, short-lived, and the flowers falling, it is another round of flowers blooming, the fragrance is still there, and the longing is still...
My articles are written to everyone who stands on the path of my growth, to readers who are looking forward to, feeling or missing youth, to my graceful fantasies and firm dreams, to myself and my indescribable youth. Dear you, please read and feel my flower season, and listen to my young and somewhat proud heart. The sun is just right, the sky is clear, youth will never leave, we will never leave...