Plum Smoke

Written for everyone. This is a story that takes place in youth. The people in the story have youth but lose the feeling of youth. People who can talk about their youth naturally have not experienced anything. They tell other people's stories and their ups and downs. Those on the outside believe it is not difficult to do this. Those who have youth only have their own memories. Congratulations to them for crushing romance with their youth. Everyone who is reading this is sitting here. Please think about what you own first. In the past, I claimed that I was standing beside the wave and on the wave, and finally ended up being slapped on the beach with nowhere to hide. So go ahead and do it, the absurdity of youth is infinitely better than the bullshit Plato. Everyone's sadness seems to be different, but in fact they are all just plum blossoms falling all over Nanshan. All you can do is stare at them in a daze. The plum blossoms fall behind everyone. For those who have never looked back, the plum blossoms are always in full bloom, and they bloom immediately when they turn their heads. People who look back will always look back, no matter what photos you take. Keepsake. Or we can pull up the plum blossoms on the ground for sustenance. They will always dissipate in some way, and we will eventually look back. The moment I look back, everything is the same as before. Made according to your memory, the plum blossoms keep falling. We escape, look for external things to fill ourselves up, and tell ourselves that the plum blossoms will never fall. But do you dare to go back and verify? You might as well let the plum blossoms fall on Nanshan. This should be a rare romance in the world. At the moment when I wrote the story, I was already looking back at the plum blossoms. The protagonist is the protagonist, and Yan Yue is Yan Yue. I only wrote them down on a few pieces of paper, waiting for the day they disappear.