Forget-Me-Not

I heard that there is a kind of grass called Wangyou. The ancients said that if you plant it in front of the window, you can forget all the unhappy things. But no one tells you that it has another name, daylily. Dried, it costs more than ten yuan per pound. When making soup, put two plants in. The taste is bland, but there is a faint fragrance. Just like youth, it sounds beautiful, but it is so indifferent to live, so insignificant that you think you will forget it, but in the end you remember it more deeply than anyone else. You will remember the chirping of cicadas that year, the curtains that swayed in front of you when the wind blew, and someone who once sat in front of you, whose every smile and smile aroused the frivolous heart of a young man. I would like to dedicate this book to my senior year in high school, which I never want to go back to. The era...