There is you and me in the noisy crowd, walking quietly.
Keep walking, you and I are trying hard to find the right direction when we are young, but we don't know where we will turn at the next intersection.
That is the adolescent crisis of being confused and unable to see the future. . . . . .
Look to the sky, what kind of crisis is that! You can't see, touch, or feel. The life of middle school students is as simple and plain as boiled water. Why do you make it so complicated!
The Four of Swordsman: How Many Years of the Floating Life
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