
Youth Without Regrets, Love in the Falling Season
青春无怨季落情
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- Completed
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- 1.1M Words
- Genre
- Urban Fiction
- Subgenre
- Village Life
- Updated
- 3y ago
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It's truly a masterpiece and definitely worth watching.
I went to buy groceries yesterday at noon, and they all seemed a bit stale. The shopkeeper said, "They just arrived this morning, they're all fresh." I said, "These vegetables look wilted." The shopkeeper replied, "From this morning until now, they think nobody wants them, so they're drooping their heads."
I'm here to visit you with the 17k novel "I Met You When I Was Drunk"!
Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it; armor gleams in the sun, like golden scales unfolding.
I live in a regular apartment complex, but the upstairs neighbor is incredibly rude. Every night after 11 PM, they're still up, clattering away in their high heels. I've tried to get them to open the door multiple times, but they won't open it. I finally couldn't take it anymore and contacted the property management. They told me that no one has lived upstairs for several years...
It's written with a strong sense of realism.
My body journeys towards the distant mountains and clouds. The north wind silences the neighing of horses. What sorrow fills the remote frontier in late autumn? A wisp of evening smoke hangs over the desolate fortress; a half-sunset lamp illuminates the old city gate. When will the sorrows of ages past be appeased?
I brought my boyfriend home for Chinese New Year. He said he was nervous meeting my dad and didn't know what to do with his hands. I told him, "If you're nervous, just put them in your pockets." Later, my dad pulled me aside and asked, "Is your boyfriend alright?" Curious, I said no. My dad then said, "Then why is he putting one hand in his shirt pocket and the other in his pants pocket?"
A deep, weak pulse, barely perceptible, can only be felt by feeling the bone. If it corresponds to the Renying pulse, it indicates chronic cold and dampness obstructing the flow of Qi. If it corresponds to the Qikou pulse, it indicates stagnation of thought and spirit. (From *The Essence of Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine*)
Actually, this novel is really well written; none of the other novels in the Longxing series have a better beginning than this one.