-There is a dragon in the North Sea, do you know this?
-You made it up.
-I'm not making it up, it's true, I've seen it before.
-Then what?
-Then it says, almost no one has seen it, I'm lucky. So it fulfills one of my wishes.
-Then what did you wish for?
-I make a wish to it, wishing to see you again.
Intention: time
Reader comments
In fact, I can't stand the few BE articles that have been very popular recently. It's not that I don't read BE, but it's just that the writing style is really not my favorite. I have to read it just because it's popular. What's wrong with me? But I cried while reading this one in the office...
Posimi is a very amazing author. As a person born in the early 1980s, her articles are like a gentleman and a villain, and many of the people and things described in it feel like they were in the era when I grew up. However, judging from the time, the protagonist and the author seem to be born in the 90s. Do the 8090s share so many memories?
The writing style and expression are the same plain and simple feeling that 7080 has. Reading her articles reminds me of many things in my youth. It has a deep sense of immersion. I feel that mainstream readers today are not very fond of reading this type of novels. Most people like me who have experience and experience in the early 1980s no longer read non-publication/serious literature.
The reason why I wrote the above text is just to let the author know that she is not alone. Her words are being read by people, and some readers she did not expect are paying attention. It will move others and bring people back to the past. This kind of "divine connection" should make the author feel that her efforts are not in vain, so she writes down her feelings.
This book really made me cry, woo woo woo
The snow keeps falling outside, just like Cheng Qu's heart, there is only wind and snow but no sunshine
Xiaofeng must have helped Xiaocheng. Such a big fire burned a lot of things, leaving behind not only people but also memories.
I really want to read a story about parallel time and space.
I try hard to let myself learn to face life and death, learn to just feel the temperature of pain when facing separation, and then accept everything, accept the memories that time cannot heal, accept that there will always be a part of myself, and that it stops with death in that time that I am unwilling to let go.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh come from a gentleman, I am crying to death 5555555. I don't know if the author has seen the movie "Hello Mr. Tree". Although the subject matter is different, the way Cheng Qu walks in the snow in the last scene reminds me of the red scene at the end of the movie 55555
Ah, your eyes are swollen from crying and your nose is stuffy?
I started crying from the first chapter, and I cried more and more as I read the comments from the author and readers below.
My life experience is inexplicably similar to that of the male protagonist, but my grades were not good enough and I was not admitted to Peking University for archeology hahh. However, there is a small problem. Cultural preservation is generally done by cultural relics and museum majors. It is under the same first-level discipline as archeology but is generally not considered a major.
I watched it this morning and cried so much that my face hurt. Why are there two such good people?
You will definitely be happy in your next life
Not in this life, see you in the next life. Have a good time together in the next life.
"Illness comes like silkworms" means disease goes away like silkworms
Is the young Cheng Qu in the previous chapters a memory of the male protagonist, or is this Cheng Qu actually the middle-aged male protagonist?
When will Madam write another article, I really want to read it, and please be sure to update it carefully if you write a new article. I have been following this article for four years, and I am really tired. I rely solely on my youthful feelings to support me.
I refreshed it many times and added hh again.
Good looking(/(°∞°))
Confused between life and death, I cried loudly. After reading it, I want to read the new article
It's so good that I cry, woo woo woo woo.
I really cried so much, woo woo woo
It's so sad, I can't have this kind of love
The snow outside doesn't stop, just like the snow in Cheng Qu's heart
In fact, I can't stand the few BE articles that have been very popular recently. It's not that I don't read BE, but it's just that the writing style is really not my favorite. I have to read it just because it's popular. What's wrong with me? But I cried while reading this one in the office... Posimi is a very amazing author. As a person born in the early 1980s, her articles are like a gentleman and a villain, and many of the people and things described in it feel like they were in the era when I grew up. However, judging from the time, the protagonist and the author seem to be born in the 90s. Do the 8090s share so many memories? The writing style and expression are the same plain and simple feeling that 7080 has. Reading her articles reminds me of many things in my youth. It has a deep sense of immersion. I feel that mainstream readers today are not very fond of reading this type of novels. Most people like me who have experience and experience in the early 1980s no longer read non-publication/serious literature. The reason why I wrote the above text is just to let the author know that she is not alone. Her words are being read by people, and some readers she did not expect are paying attention. It will move others and bring people back to the past. This kind of "divine connection" should make the author feel that her efforts are not in vain, so she writes down her feelings.
This book really made me cry, woo woo woo
The snow keeps falling outside, just like Cheng Qu's heart, there is only wind and snow but no sunshine
Xiaofeng must have helped Xiaocheng. Such a big fire burned a lot of things, leaving behind not only people but also memories. I really want to read a story about parallel time and space.
I try hard to let myself learn to face life and death, learn to just feel the temperature of pain when facing separation, and then accept everything, accept the memories that time cannot heal, accept that there will always be a part of myself, and that it stops with death in that time that I am unwilling to let go.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh come from a gentleman, I am crying to death 5555555. I don't know if the author has seen the movie "Hello Mr. Tree". Although the subject matter is different, the way Cheng Qu walks in the snow in the last scene reminds me of the red scene at the end of the movie 55555
Ah, your eyes are swollen from crying and your nose is stuffy?
I started crying from the first chapter, and I cried more and more as I read the comments from the author and readers below.
My life experience is inexplicably similar to that of the male protagonist, but my grades were not good enough and I was not admitted to Peking University for archeology hahh. However, there is a small problem. Cultural preservation is generally done by cultural relics and museum majors. It is under the same first-level discipline as archeology but is generally not considered a major.
I watched it this morning and cried so much that my face hurt. Why are there two such good people?
You will definitely be happy in your next life
Not in this life, see you in the next life. Have a good time together in the next life.
"Illness comes like silkworms" means disease goes away like silkworms
Is the young Cheng Qu in the previous chapters a memory of the male protagonist, or is this Cheng Qu actually the middle-aged male protagonist?
When will Madam write another article, I really want to read it, and please be sure to update it carefully if you write a new article. I have been following this article for four years, and I am really tired. I rely solely on my youthful feelings to support me.
I refreshed it many times and added hh again.
Good looking(/(°∞°))
Confused between life and death, I cried loudly. After reading it, I want to read the new article
It's so good that I cry, woo woo woo woo.
I really cried so much, woo woo woo
It's so sad, I can't have this kind of love
The snow outside doesn't stop, just like the snow in Cheng Qu's heart
I cried when I read the last chapter, so moved!