The place that is always quiet is every inch of land I spent in my childhood. There's no hustle and bustle of the city, no lights.

But it is also colorful and beautiful in nature. All over the mountains, all fresh and warm colors. It's not like the glamorous, mechanical lifelessness of the city. The air in those places is always so fresh, and people's hearts are bright and bright, and they won't lose themselves. The turbid atmosphere of the city erodes people's hearts. Let people deviate from the normal track step by step, and finally can't find themselves.

When I was a child, happiness was really simple, a few partners could be happy there all day long with a field or a bamboo forest. Large fields of rape flowers in spring, lawns overgrown with weeds. Under the green trees in summer, the river is clear, and the starry sky is at night. Autumn leaves everywhere, abundant fruits, the joy of autumn harvest. Winter snowflakes flying, baking fires together, skiing together... Many, many simple things that made me feel happy and happy at that time. Now simplicity has become a luxury of happiness. There are many, many people who have left their hometowns and stepped into the city full of temptations. I dream of one day being able to get ahead and return home, but there are all kinds of people here. Life is no longer simple, you have to deal with all kinds of people and things. I began to feel some pressure in my heart, and I gradually lost myself. I began to forget the season, and I only felt cold and warm. I began to forget my original dreams and just felt that it was enough to live the moment. Some people succeeded, but they never laughed again. Some people fail, but they can laugh comfortably when they return to the original point.

If you have been living on the edge of the city without the hustle and bustle, then have you always been happy like those childhoods? The city may be a lost paradise, and the colorful world inside keeps us in pursuit. Breathing in the smell of mechanical fumes, in the end it is either hard and poisonous, or exhausted like a puddle of mud. Since then, those simple joys have disappeared. So I began to miss...

It's okay, you can go home and have a look when you're out of breath. Listen to the singing of the birds like silver bells, see the beautiful shadows of the trees dancing in the wind, and walk the bumpy country ridges. Calm down and let the freshness of nature wash the dust of your soul. Wash away the ash that has been deposited in the bottom of your heart, and let the bright and clean breath fill your heart. Perhaps, we can still be very happy.

I really thought I could close my eyes and say nothing. Long gone, the worldly edge. I truly believe that I am beyond the object. It can turn all your troubles into smoke. I never thought about the boundaries between past and present lives. It's hard to tell if it's so. Never read it, the memory of reincarnation. In the rolling red dust of the world, as always, lonely companions. What do I have to do with all the troubles? At that moment, you walked past me. I was never able to let go of the thoughts in my heart. At that moment, see your sweet smile. I can't forget the moment I had you. At that moment, I floated down to your window. Silently roll up your falling bead curtains. At that moment, I gave up the proverbs of the gods. Desperate to stand in front of you. Really thought it was so easy to meet. It's about to be a thing of the past. Really believe, hard to calm the heartbeat. Eventually, it will be dull. I never thought about that short period of nostalgia. It turned out to be the fate of the previous life. I never thought of the tranquility that was broken by you. There is no going back to square one. Divide and close the sleeves and joys and sorrows. Life and life are willing. On that day, I lifted your toes. Tightly grasped the red line in the wind. You closed my eyes that day. Touched the lingering lingering in the air that had not been seen for a long time. We wore white hairlines that day. Hand in hand to see the changes of the sea. Face your aging face that day. What I see is your unchanged face. One sorrow, one joy, one in vain. A grass, a tree, a red face.

As of the evening of July 25, 2011, Xia Qianye made a summary of his love,

The high school homeroom teacher taught him loneliness and fraternity, Junya broadened its definition, Chu Xue awakened his original dream of becoming a teacher and gave him the courage to get along with the opposite sex, Pu Yudie was by his side to guide him about feelings, and Yu Xinxiang was the messenger who listened to him tell the whole story......

Many people, things and things that have appeared in life are indispensable, and without any of them, there will be no current self, Chiba feels that they are all people he wants to thank and are his good friends. In love, what he is most afraid of is that others ignore him, the antonym of love is not hatred but indifference, and the coldness that emanates from the heart is the greatest revenge on your enemy. Chiba attaches great importance to the connection between the mind, which is a spiritual substance that transcends blood and beyond the body. It won't be difficult to get along, there should be no problem with both parties being humble, many things can be changed, as long as the heart is kind.

However, Chiba doesn't know that Kazukoru is not the one who listens to him tell the whole story, she is just a character in the story.