He wrote when he was young and lived idlely.
Five years of hard stone finally turned into crystal.
Four love affairs in different lives have no intersection, but are self-contained.
Every paragraph is the beauty or tears that I have seen or experienced.
The sweetness of love always contains an undercurrent like the tide at night, which in an instant will swallow up the former vows of love and present you with the bloody truth of love.
There is love that cannot be lived without being crazy, there is love that goes over mountains and ridges but cannot last, and there is love that comes after all hardships. There are lovers who finally get married, but they always meet at the wrong time, miss the right time, go round and round, and become strangers. In the long journey of our lives, we always have to experience the changes of time and people before we know how to say goodbye.
Perhaps, at the end of my life, there will always be no one to stand with me at dusk, no one to ask if my porridge is warm.
If you can meet a person who can grow old together, then how lucky you are.