More than ten years ago, I wrote this novel in five days. Now I've spent a few more days dividing it into chapters and organizing its structure. Since these words were written so many years ago, of course they are rough, immature, and perhaps even unappealing. But a young heart is genuine, as are the first stirrings of love and the impulses that come with it. These are all beautiful stories worth looking back on. Although real life does not end with perfect love, I am fortunate that even though he has disappeared from my life, I still have love in my heart, and someone still cares for me and cherishes me. Whether it's him or someone else, what does it matter? He is only a legend in a dream. In that legend, there are you and me; in that legend, time will slowly wear everything away.
Time is beautiful, life is beautiful, and love is beautiful. With love in our hearts, we are like a boat with an oar. Let us kindle love through our own strength, nourish the future with vibrant hearts, and carry tomorrow with all our passion.
Finally, let me end this piece with a poem.
Snow leaves no trace, love leaves no trace. Snow has no shape, but love casts a shadow.
Winter comes, and snow has no shape. Love comes, and the heart turns the whole city upside down.
The name of the novel is very Qiongyao, hehe