It's a pity that the novel cannot reflect reality
It's a pity that in my youth
Chen Mingsheng who did not go on a mission to buy me a ring
Shen Juan didn't buy rice balls for me, Chen Rang didn't buy milk tea for me
Jiang Ren who didn't win shoes for me
Xu Xingchun didn't go to the hospital for drinking because of me
Chen Jinsheng didn't open a hotel for me and waited for me for so many years.
No thank you for buying candy for me
Xie Sui, who didn't deliver medicine to me and stayed out in the rain all night
There was no Duan Jia Xu who made an exception for me to drink.
Qi Zheng who didn't fight for me and then ran to watch the dance
There is no Lin Qingye who went to jail for me
Pei Chuan who didn't pave the way for me
There is no Sang Yan who bought the nine-year daily newspaper for me
But I have Lin Yanmu who makes me happy
Concept: The flowers of idealism will eventually bloom in the soil of romanticism, and my enthusiasm will never be extinguished. In the ordinary reality, we will eventually reach the shore and the sun will shine thousands of miles away.