Chasing the Years

When I was 12 years old, I began to have the urge to write a story. It was also at that time that I began to conceive of Xia Yang's story. Over the past eight years, Xia Yang's story was stumbled upon, and it is finally coming to an end now. The immature words and innocent writing style on the original manuscript, eight years have passed, and I enjoy seeing them again. I know, that is my youth. Standing at this end of time, looking at the past bits and pieces, I can't seem to tell whether it was Xia Yang's passionate youth or my own extraordinary youth. I miss that time of ignorance, pure love, and pure learning of knowledge. I know that people who are in youth cannot have the feelings of youth at the same time, so they can only look back at youth after they grow up. It is you, me and everyone. Through past manuscripts, I can see the immature boy eight years ago. In the past eight years, a total of six notebooks used in school were used to write about Xia Yang. Nowadays, the childishness has faded, and it is the high-spirited young man who will never come back. The only thing I can do now is to use the pen name I once had - Zui Xueyue - to finish Xia Yang's story and finish my ordinary but passionate youth in middle school.

I always think that growing up is a process. In fact, growing up only lasts a few moments. A person will really change his personality quietly after experiencing a lot. Slowly, I am no longer the same person I used to be.

Sweet, sour, spicy and salty is the meaning of life