A Riot of Colorful Blossoms (First Draft)

Blurb: I simply want to make an old dream come true with these rusty fingertips before the day I look in the mirror and suddenly notice the wrinkles. I don’t want to look back with regret one day and say, “My dreams finally blossomed when I was already old.” I just want to shut out the noise and, with clear eyes, watch the little girl who once played with her childhood sweetheart and the boy who rode beside her on a bamboo horse. They met too early, and sadly, you went left while I went right. Forced to run as they grew up, they kept coming to crossroads. Novelty and excitement are always irresistible. Once we thought we knew which way to go, we suddenly grew up overnight, realizing there were so many choices in this world and learning the sadness of having no one to share our dreams with once they came true. Life wore away my edges, and your face grew ever more indistinct. We went from being inseparable to drifting farther and farther apart. Only when I looked back did I learn that there is a kind of pain called passing each other by. I took many roads and detours, thinking I had put you behind me, yet you remained in the softest, warmest place in my heart. Whether I was sad or happy, whenever I lowered my head, I would think of you. I couldn’t cast you aside or forget you. From walking side by side to passing each other by, how could I cast away that regret? How could I forget it? And then? Well, to put it plainly, time rolls on and youth grows old. At last, I understood that there is no eternal sea that becomes a mulberry field, nor a mulberry field that goes on forever. Happiness is simply the quiet way I looked in your eyes as you smiled at me many years ago. I experienced all the joys and sorrows of life, thinking I could never return to the road I had left behind. But when I set foot on it once more, was the person coming toward me around the corner you...? Sweet and sour, that’s the taste of youth. Who can be young without acting recklessly? Who has never soared in pursuit of a dream? Follow the exquisite strokes of Riguang’s pen and look back on the most beautiful part of a life. Let it mingle with heartache and with moving memories. Only each of us can know its true taste. Yun Ao Riguang’s account of Jiang Li and Huaxia is as beautiful as a past washed clean by a morning rain in Weicheng. Those trivial days hold something familiar for everyone, in one way or another. Once we grow up, they become the kind of pain we once dismissed as nothing out of the ordinary. Fang Zheng Once, our youthful, soaring hearts drifted wherever they pleased, without a home. Once, our innocent first loves bloomed and faded like ephemerals, leaving only withered petals behind. Once, we swam through the sea of time, only to discover that the shores of youth had become barren... Ah, those lost beautiful days were like a certain belief held by Huaxia: we clung to it so steadfastly, unaware that we had quietly stopped searching for it. Renjian Xiaoke That snowy winter night, you took my hand and said, “I want to hold your hand and grow old with you.” Even the dazzling halo of the streetlamp on the snow that day has finally become the loveliest memory buried deep in my heart. Looking back now, those years long gone yet somehow still unfolding must be what people call a riot of color. Xie Xiaorao Riguang, please keep writing with conviction. Write down the sadness, regrets, and helplessness in so many hearts. Write down the beautiful feelings we once had, half-understood yet given everything we had. Let us remember. Shu Mo On a night when your whole body aches, your heart feels numb, and your mind is blank, or in the restless, uneasy hours before dawn when you wake with a start, make yourself a cup of hot, sweet lemon water. Sip it slowly, turn on your computer, and let Riguang take you back to the days of childhood sweethearts. Baozi As they mature, they are bound to slowly lose one another. That’s more or less inevitable. Reading the author’s note, I can’t help thinking that youth is something to remember, but also a kind of sin. It breaks your own heart, makes others cry, and lets all the beautiful things of the past slip away... But what can you hold on to? Benben Not every childhood sweetheart naturally and inevitably ends up spending a lifetime together. Sometimes there is only an inexpressible bewilderment and helplessness, like knowing a piece of candy is sweet but being too afraid of cavities to eat it. Once a relationship becomes a habit, it’s hard to find the courage to break that pattern, even if all it takes is a single sentence. Ye Banxia The bond between childhood sweethearts means you know him and understand him, and like him a little, but haven’t yet fallen in love. Then someone else comes along and takes the place you’re used to seeing him in, and suddenly you feel uncomfortable and at a loss. You start feeling out of sorts and panicking, but you can’t figure out why. The only reasonable explanation is that you’ve been in love for years. Xinteng Guangguang, do you know how many people see themselves in Huaxia? Maybe you, maybe me. Niannian Reading the scenes in Guangguang’s books always makes me pound my chest in frustration. Why didn’t I have someone to argue with when I was little? Why wasn’t there someone to face my pain with me, build snowmen with me, or talk about this or that game with me? There are so many regrets. I can always find a kind of fulfillment in Riguang’s stories, even if those things never happened to me. kk I feel that Huaxia and Fuzhou’s relationship has lost a lot of its freshness and excitement, but what has taken its place is maturity and devotion through thick and thin. Their life together seems plain and unremarkable, yet it fills me with warmth. djy19880814 Their sweet love is so enviable. Like the dazzling, colorful youth in Secret, it must be something no one could easily forget. xiaoxiao040929 Theme: