The Rain Is White

This novel is written for my dear friends. At that time, they did not meet in the best moments at the most beautiful moment. And youth is so anxious and waits for no one. With self-esteem suppressed by time, in the afterglow of youth, their grievances made me feel distressed and surprised me. Why, our blooming is not commemorated. Our beauty is not seen. A few years later, when the water is clear and the river is clear, I look back at that year. Indeed, youth was so anxious and beautiful. At first, I felt like the peach blossoms in the beacon fire, the beauty of sorrow and the loneliness of infuriating people. Looking at it after a few years, it is just an ordinary flower season. The girls around me all embraced their own happiness in the next spring, or the spring after that. It turns out that everything in full bloom has been commemorated. All the enthusiasm has been lived up to. Today, several years later, when I read this old article again, I am grateful for those turbulent and sad days and all the flowers that bloomed in youth, which let us know that life is so worth looking forward to. I hope that for those of you who read this novel a few years ago, you will also have your own happiness today. Your heart, far away from the flames of war, is a unified and peaceful age.