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Actor I was nineteen years old and had terminal lung cancer. Cheng Shinan was the only person who stayed with me until the end. He remembers me peeking at him every morning at the breakfast bar, remembering the warmth of holding an umbrella together on rainy nights, and remembering me saying, "I want to see the stars" under the art festival bonfire. After my death he became an astronomer. Everyone said that he had spent his whole life alone guarding my memory. It wasn't until nine years later that he 1Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Mint Letter (The title of the book is taken from the first essay) Sit gently with the years and listen to the soft echo of the past Intention: old things 1Favorites7Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Bitterhoney Bitterhoney | Bitterhoney This is a personal note about "expired sugar". All stories begin with a kind of sweetness without impurities, like the first sip of ice-cold honey water in midsummer, burning all the way down the throat, scalding out the shape of youth. Then, it's time Time turns honey into amber, pickles heartbeats into specimens, and dries "I love you" into bookmarks, which are sandwiched between pages that can never be opened again. It's still sweet, but there's a clear bitterness —Favorites1Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Break a Yellow Sprig Chapter 1: "Wait for Me" Chapter 2: "Saury never expires" Chapter 3: "You're not far off when you're actually lost" Chapter 4: "Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night" Chapter 5: "He is too stubborn" Chapter 6: "Breaking a Yellow Branch" Extra: "Green Plums Hidden in Winter" Intention: Regret —Favorites4Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Play Guitar "Play guitar" - sounds more like "talk about him". What is youth? It's the elongated shadow in the campus corridor, and it's the person in my memory who never comes close. He couldn't play the guitar, and the sound of the piano never sounded in my youth. But this non-existent guitar has become the only legitimate reason for me to miss him. Let me talk about a song that doesn't exist, talk about the person who can't play the guitar, and talk about that quiet heartbeat that never started but echo —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition