-In the seventh year of Viola, Bed is the Tomb of Youth.
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The rainy season in Jiangnan seems endless. They and I are so eager to see the sunshine coming.
The weather is gloomy and the rain keeps falling. Leather shoes and trousers are too wet for people to accept. I turned into the bookstore to take shelter from the rain, but I was afraid of disturbing my classmates who were studying quietly inside. I had to stand stupefied in front of a row of bookcases at the door to avoid the sudden heavy rain.
On the showcase of drifting books, there is the book Bed is the Tomb of Youth for seven years. It suddenly occurred to me that after reading this book as a student, it was still in the afternoon when I skipped classes in senior three. The students are all trying to prepare for the mock exam of senior three at their desks, but they keep sighing about this profession. I can't wait to break it early. I used to hate those days, but now I can't go back.
The results after the college entrance examination are obvious. There is no spring breeze after the exam, but the years have already stopped in Chang' an. Now in the journey of life, the deeper I go, the more I feel shallow and confused, but I just want to break a few silver dollars.
Or, at the moment, they are immersed in the bookstore and already think so.
Suddenly I feel that I really shouldn't forget these things, because in the gray mind of my childhood, the year of seven violins is the person who softened the years and surprised the time. And those words she wrote in the book should be like a beam of light, illuminating the front of all walks of life alone.
When you can't have it anymore, the only thing you can do is not to forget it.
Even if the years are mean to me, even if life is hard everywhere, in every stagnant day, no matter you or me, we must have a simple life and the most distant dream, even if it is freezing tomorrow, the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi.
The sun is still far away, but there must be light. Long time no see.
-I would like to give this document to all people struggling in the fog.