I would like to dedicate this article to those flowers that have bloomed in youth, those teenagers born for love, as well as my beloved scientific researchers, and friends who love mathematics competitions.
Yuyu Qiankun, the heroic general. The cranes on the Magpie Bridge are both roosting in Weiyang. Where have those flowers scattered in youth drifted to?
I want to write the pen of Red Mansions, hide all the cruelty, and leave a fairy tale dream.
The one who is sad is himself.
What I sigh about is when I was young.
Also known as Juvenile Yi Zhi Lu. When the false becomes true, the true is also false, and the inaction exists and returns to nothingness.
But now when I look back at the past, I can only sigh, as if I had just woken up from a dream, as if I had been separated from another world. Flowers bloom and fall of their own accord.
As said in "Xue Piao", "Arch de Triomphe" and "The Moon Forgets", in fact, life is nothing more than a big dream, and some people choose to believe it, and some people choose to wake up. There is life in the dream, and life outside the dream. They are separated in the dream.
Purpose: If there are too many regrets in life, please make the story more complete. Struggling hard before being completely reduced to a cow and a horse, why bother with poetry, money, debt, and wine.