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The Record of Youth in Desire for Rain
Short Fiction欲雨青春录
Lonely Desire
In an increasingly dull and fast-paced life, it is easy for people to forget many things and miss many people. Even the beautiful scenery you see is through the screen. Mei Jiasheng symbolizes the vast majority of people. Ordinary and dull life is like a spring rain without any warning. He used his eyes to record the people and things he saw, and felt the changes from small places to big places. He realized that more and more people brought him similarities and differences in thinking. He is a bystander and an experiencer. These big and small things are like the rain that nourishes the spring seedlings, gradually changing him and making him grow.
In an increasingly dull and fast-paced life, it is easy for people to forget many things and miss many people. Even the beautiful scenery you see is through the screen. Mei Jiasheng symbolizes the vast majority of people. Ordinary and dull life is like a spring rain without any warning. He used his eyes to record the people and things he saw, and felt the changes from small places to big places. He realized that more and more people brought him similarities and differences in thinking. He is a bystander and an experiencer. These big and small things are like the rain that nourishes the spring seedlings, gradually changing him and making him grow.

Swordsman Chivalrous Love
Martial Arts剑客侠义情
Lonely Desire
The wind and snow are merciless, but the heater remains the same. Listen quietly to the rustling sound and drink the wine from the cup quietly. The sword is hidden in the darkness, without any edge. Hope that the past is all in vain, do not be bound by love, and do not be blinded by hatred. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and the sword is held tightly again. Blood spurts out, the body hurts, and the heart hurts even more. Stumbling along the way, fantasizing about flowers blooming, fantasizing about meeting each other. The flowers bloom simply and can be seen when looking down. It is difficult to meet each other, and we are lonely for thousands of miles. I only wish for a long song to praise the feeling of lovesickness. Swallowing a pot of turbid wine can dissolve the sorrow in your heart. When you look up, you don't see the world, but when you look down, you can see the worldly world, mixed with love and hatred. The long sword spilled blood, and stains stained his lapel. Hatred is easy to dissolve, but love is hard to form. The light of the sword is the shadow of a sword, and the sleep of a lonely pillow is sweet.
The wind and snow are merciless, but the heater remains the same. Listen quietly to the rustling sound and drink the wine from the cup quietly. The sword is hidden in the darkness, without any edge. Hope that the past is all in vain, do not be bound by love, and do not be blinded by hatred. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and the sword is held tightly again. Blood spurts out, the body hurts, and the heart hurts even more. Stumbling along the way, fantasizing about flowers blooming, fantasizing about meeting each other. The flowers bloom simply and can be seen when looking down. It is difficult to meet each other, and we are lonely for thousands of miles. I only wish for a long song to praise the feeling of lovesickness. Swallowing a pot of turbid wine can dissolve the sorrow in your heart. When you look up, you don't see the world, but when you look down, you can see the worldly world, mixed with love and hatred. The long sword spilled blood, and stains stained his lapel. Hatred is easy to dissolve, but love is hard to form. The light of the sword is the shadow of a sword, and the sleep of a lonely pillow is sweet.