"The leaves of the mulberry trees have not fallen yet" comes from "The Book of Songs". This is a line from the poem "Mang" written by an abandoned woman. It tells the story of a turtledove stealing mulberries.
The turtle dove stole mulberries and fell to the ground after being drunk and was caught. It means that women should not be too obsessed with men in love. It sounds like a sad story.
The name of the heroine of this book comes from this poem - Ye Sang
When did you first feel love? Is it the eraser that your deskmate gave you half of, or is it the little figure that secretly follows you home under the sunset? Do you always tilt your head and glance in one direction during class? Is it a name that appears repeatedly in your diary? Or just looking at someone makes me blush unnaturally and my heart beats with nowhere to go...
We have all loved someone when we were young. That person may be brilliant, or extremely mediocre, or even imperfect. He may act ugly in front of you, always making you angry and crying, but he may also make you happy all day just because of his words! You may work vigorously for him, risking your own life, but maybe you are just one person's thousands of troops.
When that person comes, he lights up your whole youth and the whole world. He is the most beautiful April day in the world, allowing you to usher in your own spring. Just like Ye Sang said to Lu Yihang: "When people come and go, the first look they look at you will be the look that fixes my eyes when I leave this world." He carries all your yearning and expectations for this new thing called love. Young love only allows you to see its sweet water chestnut, but does not let you see its true body covered with thorns. You are like a thief greedily tasting its graceful figure, but your skin is scratched by one of its small thorns. The love at that time didn't teach you to let go if you can't get it, so you hit your head and bleeded. The love at that time didn't teach you to forgive those things that are not beautiful or even ugly, so you kept arguing with the world...
The place where the tears streaked is youth, thank you for all the encounters in the world, meeting youth, meeting love, meeting in stories...
Purpose: To commemorate the person who has been in my heart and mind throughout my youth