Youth is a lonely and indifferent mood.
I once believed that no matter how long it takes, the feelings of youth will remain the same. I was seventeen or eighteen years old, and I didn't know that things were riddled with holes and that things were right and people were different.
Just like cutting a watermelon into a scoop without seeds, drinking soup with just a spoonful of egg droplets, the last train after self-study, and the end of the road after the college entrance examination.
I miss you deeply, and I am still growing up in great strides.
A collection of short stories about youth.