I'm an ordinary person who wrote an ordinary book.
Open the book and you can see my glorious youth. Times have changed, and my poor words can only describe half of the splendor of youth.
It is a pity that no matter how beautiful the words are, they cannot describe the high-spirited young people at that time. There may be many regrets in youth. Some people fail to receive love, and some do not have time to love well, but this does not prevent us from sowing love and harvesting love in the future.
The deep love we did not receive at the beginning may come later in the future. Maybe we sow the love that has not been harvested with regret.
Intention: It is also a record and a memory