Qingming 12Th Year

The carefree days when I was a child are what I miss the most. Although the wages were low at that time, the prices were also low. Life was very tight, but I was always happy. I still remember that the best day in my life was in the countryside. After my mother dried the quilt, I went to visit relatives with her in the morning. My mother rode an electric scooter and I sat behind the car. The uneven houses kept moving toward me along the way. I left behind me, and what I saw was the scene of people harvesting wheat. The golden waves stretched as far as the eye could see, which made me full of expectations for my relatives' homes. After lunch and chatting, it was almost evening. My mother and I rode the old electric car back along the same road. On the way back, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on my body like a thick layer of fragrant and soft quilt, which made me feel comfortable. I was so sleepy that I leaned on my mother's back and fell asleep. I don't know how long it took. When I got home, I stumbled across the threshold and lay directly on the bed. After a while, a warm current suddenly came from my body. It turned out that my mother had covered me with the quilt that had been dried. I don't know how long I slept. I only know that I slept very soundly. When I woke up, I should After dinner, my dad also came back from the fields and sat at the dinner table. The news network was playing on the TV. My mother also prepared dinner and asked me to wash my hands. Then the day passed like this. Who knew that it would be my best day. From then on, whenever I encountered difficulties, I would want to time travel to that day, as if nothing would happen there in reality.

At the beginning of last year, I unintentionally opened the author's post at 8 o'clock in the morning. At that time, I was frustrated (although I am still frustrated now), but the emotion between the lines of lz pulled me into memories. Since then, I have been following it all the way. Every morning at eight in the morning, I would click on the post to read it. I would have fun every now and then. My roommates said that I was fascinated by the post. However, fate is ruthless, so there won't be too many spoilers here. This also resonated deeply with me, not out of sympathy, but just trying to do my best. It seems that there is God's will in the dark. It happened to be that day when I saw the news about "Jasmine Moli" and saw the hope of life, so naturally I didn't pay too much attention to lz. I hope everyone's life will get better and better!

After reading lz Tieba and then reading the novel, I felt envy, sympathy, helplessness, and of course the indescribable sadness at the blank space in my life. One book review wrote, "Perhaps my blank life with no memories is also a kind of extremely unlucky luck." It is so well written. People only live for a few moments, but God is stingy, giving me blank spaces, but full of them. I have experienced the ups and downs of other people's lives, and want to write my own book, but I can't help but lament my own ordinaryness or even mediocrity. It's not that I have nowhere to write, I'm afraid I'm just moaning for nothing. Man, it's really wonderful I will take the college entrance examination next year, come on, lz, and encourage you. Besides, you still have Xiaoqing, and I don't know when I will meet the one and only person I will never forget.

Suddenly I realized that when lz called herself Shushu in the post bar, she would have remembered that Sister Axue had affectionately shouted "Shu Shu" in lz's ear over and over again 😭😭😭 If there was such a thing, they would definitely be very happy now...

Coming from Tieba, I have already read the post written by the original poster. While I was reminiscing, I was living, and then I suddenly realized that my life and the people I met had the same trend as the original poster. The world is so small, as small as a stage. We are the actors on the stage, interpreting the warmth and coldness of human relationships without knowing it.

A perfect work of regret literature. Undoubtedly shocking and unforgettable. If no major changes occur, this may just be a simple breakup of puppy love or the ending of growing old together. However, a car accident fixed the relationship in the most beautiful moment, and also the most regrettable moment. Destiny, when acting as the most ruthless executioner, is also the best screenwriter. Regret, regret, regret, this is the suffocating part, but the most charming part is also here

In fact, I recommend everyone to watch the video of "Qing Yi Cheng Die Yi". It is a work authorized by the author and can be found on Bilibili and Douyin. I hope more people can know the author's story and help some authors as much as possible. Because, whether it is A Xue or Xiao Qing, such love is really rare nowadays. I think helping authors should be something that satisfies our spiritual needs.

As a mere stranger, I discovered works by scanning new book lists every day. I was attracted by this simple and true memoir-style story. Coupled with the author's delicate emotions and concise writing style, I think this work has the potential to be published! It's really eye-catching to see this kind of literary and artistic work on an online writing platform like Qidian. I decisively collected it and kept up with it, and gave all my recommendation votes. Another question, looking at the chapter review, it seems that this story has been serialized elsewhere? Can anyone with knowledge of the matter tell me something?

Some time ago, I often heard my classmates talk about the "Twelve Years of Qingming Festival" on Baidu Tieba. Then I heard that it was available on Qidian, so I downloaded Qidian and wanted to read it during the National Day holiday. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't stop. The only drawback is that the update speed is a bit slow. It seems that only one chapter is updated a day.

Everything in the life of the poster and Xiao Qing always has a little bit of Sister A Xue and a little bit of her temperament. Perhaps he is exploring how to write new poems using the grammar of his old love, or perhaps he finally understands that Sister Ashue has been absent from his life. Writing this, I finally understand that love is never separated by life and death. It grows in the gap of every morning and dusk until the end of eternity.

Is this the power of friends?

I'm just a stranger. I suddenly discovered this novel without a cover when I was renovating the book. After reading the comments to learn more about it, I was deeply touched. I also figured out some things. This is the first time I reward someone. Thank you for sharing the story. It made me cry 😭

Because LZ downloaded Tieba, and because LZ downloaded Qidian.

Lz strive for physical books 😭

It is a great thing to be able to make many people remember their important people.

The fate of the world has been resting for a long time, accompanied by lonely hills, and tears flowed in vain. A deep sorrow, where can I find the reason? It is expected that Qingqing should miss me, but she is half a step too late and is in a different boat. The old street is so heavy that I always lower my eyes and look for the way forward. How can I say goodbye? The night platform is vast, who can accept this hateful beauty? He holds his hand again by the spring, and must recognize it, his head is covered with snow.

From Bilibili to Tieba and then to the starting point, how could we not envy the relationship like lz? There is no need for vigorous vows or greasy love words. A small cake and a few small candles can connect each other's hearts. Looking back on my two relationships, although they did not end well, I took each other seriously like Liz and Sister Axue. However, the world has changed. People in the past were slow enough to truly feel each other's attentiveness and emotions. People now are too fast, so fast that they have little conflicts. Every moment of quarrel, the relationship between two people will instantly collapse. To say that it is too frivolous now, but there will always be fascinating feelings that make people's hearts beat. I also hoped that one day in the future, I could be like Liz, leaning in front of the kitchen door, with the afterglow of the setting sun hitting the side of her hair, the knife in her hand falling lightly, and I only need to watch her quietly from the side, with the rustling kitten next to me rubbing against my legs, and she looking at me with a smile on her face... Love is a constant feeling of debt.

According to this updated content and comparison with the post forum, the next chapter will probably be about going out to eat noodles and then leading to the next chapter to take pictures. If it is slower, I will write out the plot of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and then write about eating noodles and taking pictures... I don't dare to read on, although I know what the ending is, but I still don't dare to face it. I don't know why I'm so scared even though it didn't happen to me. Maybe my empathy is too strong, so I said a bunch of nonsense words that I don't even know. Finally, I wish Brother Shuhan and Sister Xiaoqing happiness, peace, joy, and everything goes smoothly.

I feel really sad after reading the post I finished reading Qingming Twelve Years and the Seven Year Itch plus Yi Xian in two days Such a story makes people think about the meaning of life, the tricks of fate, the catastrophes of life, and countless partings and deaths all the time Thanks to the poster for sharing his Story, I hope I can hold my own happiness Just like Nagisa Furukawa said in Clannad, "I hope you will never regret our meeting at any time." Just like Ella said in Plastic Memory, "I hope you can reunite with your important person one day."

I sincerely hope that the author will not forget the original intention for the sake of progress later. I watched the dubbing on site B for the first time, and then went to Douyin to read the post. I found that the original post was very good, so I went to the post bar to read the original post. Now I have dedicated a post to support the author (I am a high school student with no money). I hope this good work can become a big hit. I also often give this novel to my classmates in Amway.

My heart is dead, it doesn't matter what is right or wrong... My heart is really hurt, there is no more Axue in the world, but I really long for a pure love. I am now 17. Along the way, I have met several girls I like, and many of them like me, but I have not fallen in love, and the girl I like does not like me. It is difficult. To sum up my journey, I can only say one sentence, don't mistake other people's tenderness for this world as a preference for you. I finished playing the Stealing Cloud Platform a few days ago, and I had a dream that night. It was so real and real. There was a very cute girl in the dream. I probably liked her very much. In the dream, she had a fight with someone. The person said that this thing was originally hers and snatched it away. She cried. I felt so sorry for her. She saw me. When she came, the look in her eyes seemed to say help me again, so I gently held her in my arms and whispered comfort. I snatched the things back from the person and gave them back to her. I was so angry that I scolded the person, not harshly, but she was stunned. She looked at me with a complicated look, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes. I had angina! I wanted to hold her well and comfort her gently, but, but, I was pushed away and I was stunned. I didn't know why for a moment. I reached out and touched her face. I seemed to understand something. I was given up on this disgusting world again. I turned around and left, waking up from the dream. Whether it's a cloud-stealing platform or a dream, I wish I could meet someone who will always choose me...

Author: Everything will get better slowly Having gone through hardships, I believe that you will eventually be able to live the life you want in the near future. I thought: In another world, she will look at you and say, I will bless you! You should also hold on to everything around you and not let them escape.

Whether this is luck or bad luck, I don't know. If I had been stupid and asked her to come over when I moved the camera, there would have been no tragedy. If I had lied on the little bed with her scent for a longer time and looked at her more, there would have been no tragedy. If I had run over to her desperately and pushed her away, there would have been no tragedy. If he encounters snow, it is his luck. But the departure of the love of his life is the misfortune brewed by luck. Then I met Qing, who was so similar to Xue, and it seemed like luck was coming one after another. But the worldly food, rice, oil and salt, the author's mental and physical efforts are at a loss, and the misfortune follows him like a shadow. "Wish you a sweet dream, Snow" "Wish you a sweet dream, Shuhan"

I feel like I wrote better at the beginning, but it became a bit duller at the end, so the editor said it might not be unreasonable to finish the book with more than 100,000 or 200,000 words.

The grains of soil rubbed my cheeks, letting out a dull sigh. The moisture from the ground soaked into my back and slowly seeped into my bone marrow. The fine gravel peeled off from the dry clods of soil and rolled gently across my lips. In a trance, my heartbeat resonated with the rock formations below me. At this moment I couldn't tell whether I was sinking into the soil, or the soil was slowly waking up from my pores.

It's not just the readers who can't get out, but also Shu Han's snow

Why should we cut the candles from the west window together and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? When I was writing this poem, the person I longed to be with had already passed away Please finish writing this book, lz, not only for Axue, but also for yourself, come on 😡

Brothers, wish me success!😡

I am more of a realistic person, that is to say. I also read the original post. I haven't started reading this book yet, and I just want to tell you the story about Ashue and Xiaoqing. Is it made up, or is it just compared to the original post. Does this book have much real plot? If there are more, I will read them. Even if the same story is fictional and real, it will bring me different feelings.

What's the answer to that group chat?