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When does it start, when does it end, and what is the result?
That's probably the most important thing.
Does the process still deserve to be remembered? After the story ends.
Maybe, when you look at the fireworks blooming in the sky and the fireworks scattered at the wedding, you still smile when you think of them; you see that the sky often clears up after heavy rains in summer, and you see that their hearts become fuller and more complete, no longer aching.
Thinking of it means remembering it. Some things will never be forgotten in a lifetime, even though it has become farther and farther away, even though others often advise. There is no need to always guard yourself against remembering. How can the truth be explained clearly this time?
I would rather indulge myself, be less organized, and look forward to it - like a procrastinator, tell yourself not to be afraid, there will always be a boring day when you are idle, and then you will consciously work and study.
Being disorganized can save me for the moment, but as for the longer term - I knew from the beginning that there is nothing I can do if I settle for the status quo.
[Contains two short stories - "Fireworks" and "Don't Think of Autumn", both are old works, there may be other chapters, to be determined]
Concept: Youth is short, taste is long, I don't know when I will forget it
