When I first started writing, I often asked myself, why did I want to write such a story?

After I finished writing, it dawned on me that this was not only their youth, but also my story.

None of my friends knew I was writing this book. Because friends who know me should find that there are too many familiar plots in this story.

Does someone ask, "Are you Ye Zhenzhen?" Have you ever met a boy like Lu Li? Is the same true of your youth? ”

Yes, maybe each of us has been Ye Zhenzhen, Lu Li, Gu Zijin, Wang Lu, Gu Zipei and so on.

Deep down in each of us, there is a person who feels a little heartache every time I think of him. Some love ends up without a problem, like He Xiaoying, who insisted on it for more than ten years because of the agreement casually made by the person he liked, and finally could only watch the loved one step into the palace of marriage with her; Some love makes people become confident and hardworking, like Gu Zijin, who strives to become dazzling for the person he likes, just to be able to walk side by side with him who is also dazzling; Some love is carefully guarded, like Gu Zipei, just because a little girl once protected him, he made up his mind to devote everything to protect her in the years to come; Some people love boys like Lu Li, excellent and arrogant, but after getting along, they find that he is as warm as ever; Some people love girls like Ye Zhenzhen, she is willing to cut through all the obstacles for you, and she is willing to radiate all the hot ...... for you

But we are still willing to keep TA in the bottom of our hearts. Even if I don't know where TA is today, what TA is doing. But at least I know that it was TA who made me understand what "the little thing of first love" is.

If there's anything I want to miss about my youth, it's probably the summer that bloomed in a hurry, and every summer after that.

That summer night, the boy appeared in my half-asleep dream, his hoarse voice like a graceful light voice that had passed through the centuries, and gently rested at the tip of my heart. He stood high in the center of the stage like a prince, the gentle light shining around him, and the whole world exuded an incomparable tenderness at that moment. The gentle lights, the gentle faces, the gentle voices, and the gentle melodies, like an incomparably grand beauty, bloomed in my eyes without warning.

I always hear all kinds of comments about him, and every time I hear such discussions, I am always curious to listen. Later, I slowly learned that he is a Capricorn boy, with a bit of a quirky personality, always likes to play a little smart, can play basketball, play the piano and guitar, sing very well, his favorite band is Mayday, and he has no girlfriend. Since then, he has taken on some kind of magic of his own, always drawing me closer to him, closer to him.

I once read such a sentence in an article: Falling in love with a city is because you are in love with a person. I used to think that this relationship was too romantic, until I fell in love with the boy, and then because of him, I liked everything he liked, a song, a band, a book, and even a smile.

Send anonymous text messages to bless him on every holiday; Deliberately slowed down as he passed his seat, just to peek at him as he slept soundly; I didn't come home from school for a long time and just wanted to catch the same bus with him; borrowed an MP3 from a friend and secretly went to an Internet café to record all the songs he liked to listen to; Rejoice in every appearance of his face, and distress for every sorrow he makes.

But he didn't know any of this.

The story ends like most crushes. In the fifth year that I liked him, I was suddenly told that he had a girl he liked, and I squatted in the corridor outside the dormitory and secretly cried for a long time.

And my original intention to write this novel may have originated from this crush that ended in nothing.

But by the time I wrote this book, I had already let go of my crush. Now that I'm looking back at the past, my heart is more about creating the perfect ending for boys and girls who have similar stories like me.

Because life is not easy, why stab everyone in the heart with tragedy.

Without further ado, I still want to talk about this book.

Think of it as a healing novel for the time being.

What moves people the most, my answer is sincerity.

Ye Zhenzhen's warmth and persistence, Lu Li's silent protection, Gu Zijin's inseparability, Pei Xuan's letting go for love, and He Xiaoying's adherence to the agreement...... They are all the most sincere touches.

These people have long been my best friends, and I have learned a lot from them, and I have seen a part of myself and the person I want to be in the future. Everyone in the story is not perfect, Ye Zhenzhen is not, Lu Li is not, they are just ordinary ones in thousands of lives, stumbling on the road of youth to change and grow.

This was my first time writing a novel, and I had no special training, no clever ideas, and no ornate rhetoric. So I can only use my own experience and that of my friends as an introduction, try to make the story seem real, and make the text read sincerely.

Of course, I hope that reading this book will warm your heart, make your heart soft, and make you smile. Let your tiredness, uneasiness, sadness, depression, doubt and other negative emotions disappear, in exchange for a clean, peaceful, relieved self, in exchange for a warm heart. If I can do that, I feel like I'm successful; If I can't, I still won't give up writing, and of course I'll work harder.

Many friends asked me why I didn't put it on the shelves, because the original idea was just to commemorate the innocence and beauty of my youth with this novel. My book may not be read by many people, but even if there is only one reader, I want to present the most complete story to them, so I will not set a V before the end of the episode, as a way to thank the first readers who have quietly supported me during my writing process.

Youth blooms in loneliness, and in just one season, it is like a withered leaf slowly falling in the autumn color, coiling down, falling lightly on the lonely shoulder. No matter who is standing on the edge of youth, they have probably had such an extravagant hope, hoping that youth can come back. However, youth is not a flower, it does not bloom every season, and it will be reincarnated every season. So, we grow old, from one end of time to the other.

I only hope that you can live up to the time and love!