Library

Do you remember me? The person I love most. How are you doing in this world of desire? Are you still holding on to your faith and waiting for redemption? During the three months in Jiaxing, we laughed together, cried together, and spent this cold season together. In the end, we were like dust blown up by the wind, looking forward to meeting again. If the world is not going to be good, should we continue to pursue happiness... This is a story of constant escape and constant loss.

We are placed on the chessboard of destiny and have embarked on this long journey since birth. In middle school, I was silently stubborn because of an unfulfilled appointment. In high school, I wrote unread poems between yellowed test papers. In the dusk of the university library, the outline of youth gradually blurred. When I look back in my old age, those tiny bits of happiness that have been filtered out by the times will eventually disperse like quicksand. \