I dedicate this book to that bright and passionate time of youth, a beautiful period with a few small regrets. When she graduated from middle school, she posted a status on QQ: "I searched for him a thousand times among the crowd. Then, turning around, I suddenly saw him where the lamplight was fading." I shamelessly commented, "Are you talking about me?" It wasn't until after graduation that I finally got her reply: "I was talking about you back then."
I'm Zhao Yao: Zhao as in Zhao Yun, Yao as in dazzling. I first met her in the height of summer when I was fifteen. Those hazy, uncertain days of youth were bittersweet and beautiful. From the day we met to the day we parted, does she still remember me? And you, the brothers who once talked about everything with me, and laughed and cried with me, how are things going for you now? Our figures, each setting off toward our own futures, grew farther and farther away. Do you still remember those days we shared?
This novel is not only a literary work, but also a spiritual cleansing, allowing us to find a moment of tranquility and space for self-reflection in our busy and noisy lives.
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The setting sun flickers in and out of view, while idle clouds drift through the ages. (From Zhuangzi's "Free and Easy Wandering")
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