Young, in Thin Spring Clothes

"Ye Fei is my little fox. I miss him, not because he is good, beautiful or gentle, but because he is my rose, because I held his hand, because it was the first time I held a man's hand, because I kissed his lips, that was my first kiss, because I smelled his scent, because I heard him whisper in my ear, and because I spent my precious and forever passing youth on him." What we fell in love with, and thought we still love now, was not him; it was our youth, our selves, who were as beautiful as the days after the rain in early summer, who were clad in clear dew and budding roses in spring, who loved someone so freely... After all, what we love most is ourselves.

I read this article once more than ten years ago and forgot all the previous parts. I only remember the last paragraph, which caused me to panic for more than ten years. What I fear most is that the passage of time, things and people, and regrets cannot be undone. I sometimes think of this passage before going to bed, and there is only one impression that I can never forget. To this day, I still think about this article from time to time when I was most young... I was young and thin in spring clothes.

Novel about the year I was born

2004. . . Scared me

I don't know where the intervening years have gone. Burst into tears Big novels always make my nose sore, so annoying!!!!

They say that a person will meet two people in his life who make his heart beat. One is amazing and the other is gentle.

After all, the saddest thing is that time flies by so fast. There is no perfect choice, and there is no chance to look back. If you can't meet that person, you just can't meet that person. If you miss it, you just miss it. Life is helpless and painful.

No matter how I looked at it, I felt that it was the heroine's own doing. She was a little bit arrogant in college and disliked other people's tackiness and lack of responsibility. After working, she no longer disliked it. She got married honestly and started to miss romance again...

Sigh, the final finishing touch is comparable to the line at the end of Xiang Jixuan's annals: "There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it when she died, and now it is like a canopy." It makes people feel sad.

It's so real, so heartbreaking. After graduation, we broke up. A youthful dream that everyone has witnessed... This resonance is more moving than any carefully crafted love story.