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How can youth be so easy and calm? At least the sun sets in the west and gradually fades into the dusk. Like countless passers-by, they walk through the time inadvertently. It may be the flowering season of sixteen years old, or it may be the rainy season of seventeen years old. We will eventually pass by. Fate gathers and breaks up. People come and go. There is not much sadness, but at least there are stories that need to be told one by one.

It's not a story about ups and downs, it's as plain as water, the occasional waves are just a touch of ash on the blind spots of memories, and there is a touch of sadness in the breath. This is just youth, no different from any period of time that cannot be returned to the past. We have lived, lived in spring, like the harsh winter, and like Fu Dongqing, looking at the last spring from a distance, but growing old in winter, because we can't see it, and remember the regrets of a lifetime with longing. This is the first love, and it is also missed. Love came that year, but died on the ivy vines. All the joys and sorrows gathered and dispersed. It was not that I didn't care, it wasn't that I didn't love, but that I was thinking about someone, but like the wind blowing the ivy: I hesitated and didn't dare.

This is the loneliness of three people, like three clouds floating in the youthful sky, always looking for warmth that can be close to them. There is not much to say, and the greenness in secret love only ends with a smile looking back, or a silent liking, and watching from a distance. I heard that she was in love with Lonely, watching him and the other her, loving each other. The heartbeat has just come, and we who have lived so vividly have let go. We will definitely pass through those small touches and pains in the Chinese years, embrace each other, meet each other, miss them, and leave them. If you have fallen in love, it is not considered premature love, because youth is really lonely, but you can't bear loneliness. If you have been such a lonely person, please follow my story and be a child again. Shh, did you see it? My virginity came back. Today, many years later, I said to the old us: I have no regrets, because I still have breathing. I have loved after all, even if I am suffocated, I will not hesitate.

Bird-like youth has only two endings, either fly or die. What I want to say is such a young story, so poignant that it can lead to life and death. Those little touches in the Chinese years are limited to looking out from inside the prison and seeing the blue sky and white clouds blowing by occasionally like the wind. Have you ever missed someone, or regretted something? The separation is so short, but the memories are as long as the endless road. Please allow me some time. Whether you believe it or not, what I will take you to pass will be the first love that is never old but filled with dusk.

When Yi Yang opened his sleepy eyes, he found that he had been nailed to death in a coffin... Complete

There is such a pair of twin brothers, one is quiet and the other is restless, one is called Cunjin and the other is called Cuncao. They are different, I think, except for their appearance, everything is really different. But God just made a little joke, so they fell in love with the same girl so ridiculously. What I want to tell you is a story like a bean. This girl has a dry name like a bean, called Dou Bi. Cun Jin loves her, he always says that she is like bean soup, too thick to dissolve the melancholy, so occasionally, he would like her to sweetly give her a few white beans. Cuncao also loves her. He always says that she is like bean soup, so thick that it cannot dissolve the loneliness, so sometimes, he would like her to sweetly call her "Midou". The mountain child's childhood was as rippling as the waves of the Yuzi River. They spent their childhood days with her, so every dusk that fell lightly would be as green as the mountains. Those youths who are like strange-flavored beans are lonely, but they can't bear the loneliness. Just licking it lightly with the tip of the tongue will make you feel the inexplicable sweetness, bitterness and sourness. Seven-year-old Dou Bi was lonely and lived a lonely life with his mad mother in front of an oil lamp day and night, drinking bean soup. But the painful youth did not end because of the ups and downs of growing up overnight: on a rainy night, Cun Jin and Cun Cao's parents died in a foreign country due to the plague. Cun Cao was adopted by Zhang Laizi, and Cun Jin actually became the adopted son of Aunt Dou Bi. That beauty, with light clouds and gentle wind, as warm as light, became the past overnight. A thunderstorm of hatred and helplessness came just like this quietly, and then time stood still like this. Time passed for many years, until one day the sky was gray. On the mountain road down, a man named Miao Jun came. He came to these mountain children like a migratory bird, and the torment as hard as boiling beans began: Dou Bi fell in love with Miao Jun, caught in the gap, and was in a dilemma. Later, love became confused, and people who were once familiar began to let go like Douqi and Doumo left, gradually drifting away. White lies, conspiracy betrayal, and every rebellious youth are the protagonists in the pod. After spring planting and autumn harvest, regardless of bitterness or sweetness, who said that the final ending will not be fruitful?