Time flies so fast, and the chirping kung fu youth has quietly passed through many years. In the past, those once unruly teenagers gradually approached middle age, and those once innocent girls have quietly become young women. It's just such a word difference, but it witnesses the sinking of time, which can't help but make people sigh.

Recalling the past, I don't know the head teacher's sentence "You must not be able to do it in the end." "Does it occasionally linger in your ears? I don't know if that "weird" is often active in the class group. I don't know if the "boy in white" will show off his cool ball skills. I don't know if the image of the girl who studied the best is still domineering.

Of course, there are many children's shoes with their own stories, witnessing each other's green years in those old days. It's just that there are too many people I don't know, I just want to ask where everyone is? How are you doing?

I have to admit that the years are urging people to grow old! And the experience of life has left us with too many difficulties, after all, there is no way to do it. However, I believe that everyone still yearns for the days of innocence, laughter, crying, abuse, and expectations. Yes, there are also small notes flying back and forth recording untold secrets.

In short, the years are fleeting and can never be recovered, but I believe that the past will never be forgotten.

Oh...... I can't hold back my words and keep a youthful tail.

In fact, writing the novel "Looking Up at You Under the Stars" was a complete accident, because his male frequency novels always couldn't be put on the shelves.

Speaking of which, it's because of a song, and when chatting, a friend said that his song was written well, and he could try the female frequency, so he came. You might as well write it down here, at least you can't bury it.

The aftermath is lingering, the jasper is robe, and the corners of the eyebrows are slightly raised. Dance lightly and talk about lovers. See how many old things are seen, drink away from the bottle, and smoke is hazy. With the place, red men and green women, a song breaks the bowels.

Together? Parting, I and I, children are long. The rivers and lakes are forgotten, and the man is famous behind him. Over the years, the road has been long, but there are few cold and summer. Cool, my daughter's heart, pick one, no more than a red outfit.

It's adapted from Qin Guan's "Butterfly Loves Flowers", and I personally feel that the plot of the story is still good.

Also, I want to talk about this novel. Actually, I don't want to write about love, I'm too tired, I just want to use it as an introduction. Why do I say that, my original intention was to derive some outlook on life from the concept of love.

In fact, the first half of the novel is mainly to express a life choice, which is why I often emphasize the word "multiple-choice". I believe that it will be involved at some stage of our lives, and how to choose often becomes a difficult problem.

In the latest part, I want to write about fate, that is, the control and cognition of fate after people break through themselves. Several times in this section it is written, "If a man does not even know what he wants, he is better than a brute." "But I believe that there are many, many people who are confused about themselves. This confusion is not that you don't know what you want, but that you don't know how to change the road under your feet. It's like having a dream and not knowing where it is.

What should I write next when I'm done writing about my fate? I don't know. Is it faith? Is it a bond? Or is it human nature? Maybe you won't understand until you're thorough.

Although it is a testimonial, it is written as a feeling. It's a bit of nonsense, so I won't thank ChinaV and CCTV here, but I should still thank the starting point for this platform, at least for giving many people the opportunity to write. Maybe it's also a good choice, and it's also a path under your feet. Of course, don't starve yourself to death, do what you can.