Maybe we are no longer young, but there are always people who are young.
I have forgotten the origin of this sentence, but as the years go by, this sentence keeps popping up in my mind.
We are all mortals. Things that we promised in childhood can be remembered for a lifetime, but they are blurred in the long river of memory in the blink of an eye.
I admit that I was not a good student. I always dug out various novels, magazines, and comics during class time. In this way, I spent my youth peacefully and thrillingly in a tug-of-war with my teacher.
I am not Cinderella who has never met a prince, nor am I an ugly duckling who has no chance to become a white swan. I am not chased by a cruel stepmother. I can meet the story of seven dwarfs in the forest. I am that little girl who, like you, is not very eye-catching in the class, but has a little bit of cleverness.
I often read other people's novels, and then I sigh in my heart, wow, this female protagonist looks a bit like me, and this male protagonist looks like someone I like. Then he accidentally entered the role with a silly smile on his lips.
So now, I write this story down so that the memory will stay young forever.
If only you could see yourself in my story. Well, thank you.
Give ordinary and profound youthful time.
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