The messy paper kite carries the passing years.
The style in the pen shows the plainness of the four seasons.
Leaning against the window in a daze, watching the flowers blossom and fall outside the window.
Lying on the bluestone pillow, watching the clouds roll and relax in the sky.
It is said that youth is like fire. As long as it is ignited, passion can be indulged.
They say that time is like a song, and as long as you have a pen, you may be able to write a legend.
Youth? Years? I have both! But I can't indulge my passion, nor can I write a legend. I can only write pages of lingering pathos with immature and obscure writing, and use these fragmented words to carry the ups and downs of several years.
My books may be just some trivial and tasteless words in the eyes of those people, but I don't feel ashamed to take them out, because these trivial words contain my youthful years full of ups and downs, bitterness, spicy and salty. They are my youth album, and they record in black and white the wonderful years that I can't let go of!
Opening the black and white paper, I hope that every friend passing by can come and sit here. Although we cannot discuss heroes like Cao Cao and Liu Bei over a pot of wine, we can talk about loneliness over a cup of tea.
Only those who know how to talk, laugh, and have fun are truly good-natured! Bring it on! My friend! Let's lie down together and enjoy the flowers blooming and falling, and sit and watch the clouds roll and relax together.
Chat about life!
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