The fire is burning, and the past is turned into smoke. The wind has burned and the smoke has dispersed.
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Just fulfilling a young and frivolous dream.
I definitely hope everyone will like it, but even if you don't like it we will keep writing. It can also be regarded as the witness and the only evidence of mutual friendship.
Writing is a joy.
Not just for applause and flowers.
Flowers and bricks are both good, after all, it is so small. There is space and time. :)
PS: This article adopts a first-person and third-person intertwined narration, following the example of Yi Lu's "Lost City" and Zhang Yueran's "Cherry's Distance". This article is a follow-up essay between the author and my deskmate, one chapter per week (I can't help it since the high school entrance exam is coming), please forgive me if the language is unfamiliar.
PS again PS: The title of the work "Burning" is the tentative title. If anyone has a good name, please help me think of it.