I am Jiang Zhiwan. I like to recall the past and the green days. I don't know how to define those years, whether it is too regrettable or too wonderful. Every time I think I have completely forgotten that memory, I find that I can still think of those people and things. No matter what, it is always my best memory, the person I once liked, the youth that once flourished. Every time I think about it, I envy the person I was at that time, the impulsive, persistent, silly, tolerant, brave, youthful person I was.
Nowadays, my mood is desolate and I am getting old.
I will still be grateful to these people who have crossed paths with me in my youthful memories, no matter what the ending is, they are passers-by or passers-by.
I can no longer remember why I was so fascinated by this person at that time. I can hardly remember his appearance. I seem to have forgotten the initial heartbeat, but I still think of the sweet and bitter story.
Some people are still glad that we did not become passers-by in the end. Although we were passers-by, we still became a part of each other's stories. My likes, my secret loves, my worries. He will stay in my best moments forever.
Those unreasonable heartbeats, persistence that is unwilling to give up, agonizing waiting, a person's random thoughts, sour, sad and sweet emotions, gradually think about it without any waves.
I saw some plots in TV novels that made me cry while watching them, and then I suddenly remembered those years again.
However, I only think of it occasionally.