I don't know if you have ever thought about it. If we walk out of campus one day and find that the strange world outside the school gate is completely different from what we dreamed of, how will young dreamers and ignorant love withstand the test of reality?
Facing the pop-up white dialog box, I always feel that everything about youth, everything about love, and everything about dreams cannot be explained clearly in a few lines. When I was in high school, I wrote a lot of youthful words, and now I always feel that I have many different feelings when I read them. Although the novels are all fictitious characters, there are more or less traces of me and my friends in them, which makes me feel particularly precious.
Just like what I said in my article, "When I was young, there were always adults who tirelessly taught me not to run around or not to fall in love prematurely. But they said no, no, but I wanted to run like the wind and laugh heartily, but I wanted to love like fire and hate boldly. Looking back, my footprints seemed to be left in a muddy river, a mess - I can no longer laugh as wildly as I did that day. Or Love and hate, but I'm glad I've experienced it."
I would like to write this document to those friends who are running in the gap between immaturity and maturity, who dare to love and hate.
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