The Fragrance of the City

Those old days of seeing men and women sign in...

Knowing the sins of old age, I savor this refreshing taste. The world remains murky, the fragrance of flowers intoxicates the eye. Regret, regret, but we'll find our way back together across the ends of the earth.

Why are there always missing chapters in Lao Chang's books? The chapters are complete when viewed online on a computer, but various chapters are missing on the mobile app. Can anyone solve this problem of missing chapters on the mobile app?!

To be honest, it's too idealistic, so idealistic that it doesn't feel very good. The character of Zuo Xiying doesn't feel that great. She's described as so ethereal that it feels inadequate. Everything is realized, it's too perfect. And is the author a sister complex? Why are all the characters she likes older than the protagonist, some even significantly older?

Beneath the Bridge of Sorrow, spring waves ripple green, where once a fleeting beauty's reflection lingered.

Long letters are filled with spring apples, which grow in succession amidst sorrow.

I read this book many years ago. I vaguely remember it. I haven't had any books to read lately, so I'm revisiting some of Lao Chang's works. I remember the female lead in this one went insane, right? All of Lao Chang's books I've read are quite good. Apart from *The Age of Orange and Red*, none of his urban novels have left a more lasting impression. I can't read *Big Tank*'s books; they're too depressing.

Life is not simple, so try to live it simply. Time is like medicine; if you manage it well, it's a cure; if you squander it, it's poison. Be quiet and unassuming, simply cherish the passing years. Be patient and uncomplaining, treat yourself with equanimity. Don't be nervous. Take a deep breath. Hold on. Get through this. The hardest thing in life isn't effort or struggle, but making the right choices. Don't give up, keep moving forward step by step, and don't let opportunities slip away.

The world is cold, human relationships are cruel. Rain at dusk sends flowers falling easily. The morning breeze dries the tears, leaving only traces. I want to write down my thoughts, but I can only whisper them to the railing. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!

Excellent! The writing is truly superb; Chang Jun is one of the best at writing urban fiction. His police investigations, food-related stories, and romance plots are all excellent.