I'm an ordinary person, and I wrote an ordinary book.
Open the book, and you'll see the brilliant years of my youth. Time has passed, and my meager words can only capture half of that youthful brilliance.
Sadly, no matter how beautiful the words, they can't portray the spirited young people we were back then. Youth may come with all kinds of regrets. Some people never found love, and some never had the chance to love well. But that doesn't stop us from sowing love and reaping it in the future.
The deep love we never received back then may arrive late someday. Perhaps, even with regret in our hearts, we'll sow the love we never got to reap.
Theme: A record, and a remembrance.
You can space one line between two paragraphs, otherwise you won't be able to read all the words at a glance (meaning me). Transitions can be spaced two or three lines apart, so you can see it more clearly.
This is from Weibo, come on! I believe you will become an excellent author one day
From Weibo, please come on!
I'm from Weibo, here to help my wife warm up the heat.
From Weibo! Come on, treasure!