I will use a gentle mood all my life
Come and keep your mouth shut
——Xi Murong's "The Oath"
Although butterflies cannot fly across the sea, they can still be made into beautiful specimens, but what about other things, memories. I'm afraid if I don't write down these stories in my heart and mind, when we walk through the mulberry fields and the sea, the halo of butterfly wings will dissipate and dim like ripples in the water, and those living things will never see the light of day again. And when I really started to grasp the words that appeared and disappeared, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
The turmoil in my heart is surging in life, how much I want it, how much I want to keep every trace of it. But they are like water drops falling on my hands. No matter whether I hold them tightly or spread them out, they will slip off.
Youth is something we are destined to be unable to describe.
Who has a gentle face but such a tough heart, who misses again and again, makes mistakes again and again, makes mistakes again and again, is fooled by fate and can remain silent even now?
Who is so proud in appearance but so fragile in heart, who has cried and laughed, cried heartily, laughed generously, and been teased by fate several times but can start over again?
I have no time to speak, but even so, I still want to write a story that touches me before I get too old to write, and tell about the time of youth that we can never describe. So let's get started.