As a high school student, I never expected a vigorous love affair to happen in these three years.
I hate, I complain, I love, I feel pain, the tender edges and corners are worn away by you.
But I am very sad, my love, how could you be like this.
Note: Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly. --Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"