I don't know whether I am afraid that the rush of time will carry away the memories of youth, or that I am afraid that future happiness will be submerged by history without being recorded. In short, I decided to write a part of myself in this novel, so that in the future, youth will have no regrets.
When the wind blows, snow also drifts, and the snow reminds me of the innocent past. Huang Lei said that time is like water, and in the time like water, I don't keep anything, only a few dry sands, they look at me with expectant eyes, as if to say, let go, I turned the palm of my hand, they fell, never come back, and then my hands were empty. I followed the familiar footsteps that I had walked through, thinking about the complicated things, looking for a quiet and quiet place.
Lin Xiaoxiang
I miss the ruggedness of the north, the coldness of the north, the snow in the north, and the ice in the north. I can freely let my thoughts step into the grassland and fly in the blue sky. The azure love can be horses galloping on the grassland or small fish that are slightly cold under the ice. But I yearn for the south more. I remember a poet said that if you go to the south, it is difficult to want to go back to the north. The south of the Yangtze River has the softness and beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, like a beautiful woman shining on the water, or geese dotting the river, gently and softly. The south I yearn for will eventually arrive, because it is where my deepest concerns lie.
Qiao Yuan