Dusk is a bill
Helplessly paying for the madness of the past
Dusk is a revelation
Tolerance rereads the confusion of the past
Dusk is a collection
How much joy and sorrow passes through tenderness
Dusk is a hesitation
when you leave
There is only one left in my heart
infinite past
The story takes place in the 1970s of the last century and tells the life experiences of several young people from different walks of life in that special era.
A real work, a period of time gone by. When the yellowed cover is opened again, in front of the embankment of memory, the past is like a spring stream rushing into a dry river bed. Under the hesitant fingertips, the blurred back is the me in the past? Like a series of footprints on the beach, confused but clear. How many emotional helplessness, how many unforgettable grievances and grievances, which make people feel overwhelmed and unable to control themselves. It rises and falls in the waves of sadness and lingering, emotion and regret. The traces of life are deeply intertwined, and they walked through that era together.
This may not be a reading of words, but a taste of the life process, an interpretation of the other side of the soul. There is no fiction here, only reality. A little leisure, a little enlightenment. How many eyebrows, how many hearts.
If you've ever walked by, touch her gently again. If you are far away, you might as well look back, because many years later, you will be telling the same story.