If you look at the content of the story closely, it is actually plain, but when you open the book for the second time and pick up some sentences at random, you will find that the language is exquisite and beautiful.

Here are some excerpts from the book that struck me:

She stared at me, smiled, and wrote on the paper, "You stole my shadow, and I will always think of you wherever you are."

People often leave some small things behind, some moments of life are imprinted in the dust of time, we can try to ignore, but these small things form a chain bit by bit, firmly connecting you with the past.

I love looking at the fine lines around the corners of my mother's mouth and around her eyes, I know she hates them, but they make me feel at ease, and I can read the traces of our dependence on her face. When I come back here, maybe it's not my childhood that I miss, but my mother, the time we spent together, the supermarket life on Saturday afternoons, the dinner we shared, the occasional relative silence but more intimate with each other, and many nights when she came to my room with me, she would lean against me and slide her hand into my hair... Time is fleeting, but these simplest moments are forever firmly engraved in our hearts.

Once a person starts telling a lie, he doesn't know how to stop it.

In fact, the best memories are in the moment, in front of you, and it will be the best time of your life.

You can't interfere in other people's lives, even if it's for their good. This is his life, and he alone can decide his life. You have to go with the flow and grow, and you don't have to heal everyone who passes you along the way to growth, even if you become the best doctor.

Some precious fragments of life actually come from some trivial things.

Never compare people, everyone is different, it's important to find the differences that work best for you.

When we were teenagers, we always dreamed of one day away from our parents, but another day, it was our parents who left us. So we can only dream of whether we can turn back into children under the roof of our parents for a moment, and we can hug them and not be shy to tell them that we love them and snuggle up to them for our own peace of mind. The priest celebrates Mass at his mother's grave. I listened to him preach and he said that people never lose their parents, and even after they die, they are still with you. Those who have affection for you and give you all their love so that you may live for them will live forever in your hearts and will not disappear.

Transformed into a kite, the spool has not yet been released, and only shadows are seen walking on the sand

I will never see you again, I will never hear you call my name again, as you used to do every morning. I can no longer smell the fragrance of your clothes, and I can no longer share my joys and sorrows with you. We can no longer confide in each other, and you can no longer sort out the mimosas in the vase in the living room, which I picked for you at the end of January. You'll never wear a summer straw hat again, or the Kashmiri shawl you draped over your shoulders when the first cold snap hits in autumn. You'll never light a fireplace again when the snow covers your garden in December. You left me before spring came, leaving me without warning. When I learned on the platform that you were gone, I felt alone like never before in my life.

Everyone has their own world, one person has one world, beautiful appearance or strong body does not indicate the happiness of others, everyone has their own sadness. Who would have thought that his dinner would be carried out without the company of his family, only as if he were on a mission. This may be the shadow under the aura of a person. So no one is the saddest. It's just that you don't understand.

I've always wanted to say goodbye to my childhood and become an adult, but my childhood clings to my flesh and skin, burrowing into this body that is too crowded and too small for me.

Friends who grew up together are sacrosanct, and perhaps it was with this in mind that I deliberately took the lead, because I cherished this friend so much that I didn't want to hear any secrets he didn't want to tell me.

A beautiful encounter is sometimes a matter of time, and two people have to meet each other at the right time. I once read such a poem: There is a kind of hatred, love is born in the wrong era, this life is here, and there is no way to come. Seek, seek, walk. I never met the right beautiful woman, my lover. Are you in that faraway place? Are you also waiting? Again and again with candles, I sat on the balcony and read thousands of years of history. That day the wind came, I slept in the snow, and the flowers touched my lips, and fell on the pages of history. You're afraid I'll freeze...

Parents will always get old at a certain age, but their faces will be deeply imprinted in your mind, just close your eyes and think about them, you can show their old faces, as if our love for them can make time stand still.

My day is like an endless night, and I walk through it like a walking corpse.

You can see that the other party is saying things against your will, this is a friend, isn't it?

"If one day, you have something hidden in your heart, something that you don't have the courage to say, remember, you can trust me to tell me, I will not betray you"

The saddest thing is to see you with me and you seem so lonely.

Her smile brightens the gloomiest and saddest days of autumn: those rainy days, when your soaked shoes crackle on the gravel road, and when the streetlights shine on the road to school.

Is love like a shadow, someone steps on it and leaves? Or is it because love is as afraid of light as the shadow, or is it the opposite, without light, the shadow of love is wiped away, and finally leaves?

Big cities are maddening, they drain your soul and spit it out like chewing gum.

Because I cherish this friend so much, I don't want to hear any secrets that he doesn't want to tell me

I know it's hard not to keep going once you start lying, but I can't do that much, everyone has their own reasons. This time, I also have a reason why I have to be so

Find the little light that lights up your life for each shadow you have stolen, and retrieve the hidden memory puzzle pieces for them, that's all I ask of you.

People don't even care about other people, let alone the shadows of others.

The love of childhood is sacred, nothing can take it away, it will always be there, imprinted in your heart, and once the memories are liberated, it will surface.

Don't get involved with others, it's too risky.

You appear in a black dress, a red silk scarf tied in your hair, and a man is smiling sweetly at you with his arms around your waist. I felt like my heart was broken, and I felt vulnerable. I watched you snuggle up to this man, looking at him with the eyes of me in my dreams, he was so tall by your side, and I seemed so small alone in the aisle. I would like to give everything I have to become the man next to you, but I can only be me, the shadow of the love you once loved in your childhood, the shadow of me who has become an adult

People must learn to overcome their fears and face reality in order to grow.

I never stopped thinking about my mom, she was there in every moment of my life. When you see a movie, you think that she might like it, and when you hear a song, you think that she will hum it. And on a sunny day, the smell of a woman passing by and the scent wafting in the air also reminds me of her, and I even occasionally whisper to her.

Memories are wandering, and once you get too close, you will feel sad.

It is only when we encounter the inconspicuous details that we suddenly realize the fact that the person we love is no longer there: the alarm clock on the bedside table is still ticking, a pillow rests on the side of the messy bed, a picture stands on a chest of drawers, a toothbrush in a gargle cup, a teapot on the kitchen windowsill with a spout facing the window to look out of the garden, and leftover apple kaka cake drizzled with maple syrup on the table.

When stealing someone's shadow, the first thing you need to do is keep what you know about them.

Some people only kiss the shadow, so they only have the phantom of happiness. —Shakespeare What is most needed in love is imagination. Everyone must use all their strength and imagination to shape each other, and never bow to reality. Well, when the fantasies of both sides meet...... It doesn't get much more beautiful than this. – Romain Gary

A beautiful encounter is sometimes a matter of time, and two people have to meet each other at the right time.

It's the same every time, a part of the self is left on the person who leaves, just like the sorrow of love, which is the sorrow of friendship.

At the end of the pier, the lighthouse lights emerged in the morning mist, a small, abandoned lighthouse, as faithful as I remember.

A girl who writes "I miss you" to you with a kite will never forget her!

I've thought a thousand times about leaving you, but I can't do it on my own, so please help me do this, or, if you think we have time to share, find a reason for me to keep going.

Growing children are not always very enthusiastic about their parents out of a kind of selfishness that is almost pure.

These two whole months are called 'summer', and they are the most beautiful of the four seasons. It's a very common sentence, but there is a surge of anticipation in my heart, and I vaguely feel that something beautiful will happen. As it turns out, that's exactly what happened. This summer is beautiful because of Claire. Many times, feelings about one or many things are often attached to another, and when the mood is bundled and sold, there will be such a saying that "the whole world is gray" and "the whole world is bright".

She was wrinkled, but her eyes shone with a gentleness that never grew old. Parents will always get old at a certain age, but their faces will be deeply imprinted in your mind, just close your eyes and think about them, you can show their old faces, as if our love for them can make time stand still.

Life always flips at an incredible speed and everything runs badly, but suddenly, an unexpected thing changes the course of things.

My childhood was there, a little sad and a little sad, and in this small provincial city, I waited desperately for Elizabeth to look at me, and waited in despair to grow up.

Krell who doesn't know her last name. This is your role in my life, the little girl of my childhood, who has transformed into a woman today, a childhood memory, a wish that the god of time did not answer.

"I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and saw her ready dinner...... I stood in front of the open refrigerator, tears streaming uncontrollably. I didn't cry during the funeral, as if she forbade me to cry because she wanted me not to lose my temper in front of everyone. It is only when we encounter the inconspicuous details that we suddenly realize the fact that the person we love is no longer there: the alarm clock on the bedside table is still ticking, a pillow rests on the side of the messy bed, a picture stands on a chest of drawers, a toothbrush in a gargle cup, a teapot on the kitchen windowsill with a spout facing the window to look out of the garden, and leftover apple kaka cake drizzled with maple syrup on the table. ”

The rules are used for you to learn from experience. And experience points are for you to use to break the rules.

Time is fleeting, but these simplest moments are forever firmly engraved in our hearts.

Each and every one of us is a loser because we all love.

It rains throughout October, and the leaves are also falling, and the birds are showing less and less on the bare branches. Soon, the birdsong quietly disappeared, and winter came. Every morning, I waited for the sun to appear, but it wasn't until mid-November that the sun broke through the clouds.

She laughed and said I had to accept the fact that I was watching her get older.

Love, isn't it like a shadow, someone stepped on it, and then left?

I was so confused by my feelings that I didn't know if it was no longer in love. The definition of love in my heart is getting more and more blurred, maybe it's not just that I don't love you anymore, I just don't know how to fall in love anymore. I will still remember you and cherish it for the rest of my life, just as I did when I first met you.

I'm no longer the child she needs to protect with all her might, she no longer has to hide her tears, she hides the sadness she never went away from.

Love is like a shadow, if you step on it, please take my heart.

It's a pity that some people are always conformist and don't have the wisdom to break the norms occasionally. It's stupid that rules can reassure those who don't have imagination.

If what you feel is not love, don't let people look forward to it, she is a good girl.

That night, even the curtains hanging from the half-open windows did not move, and everything was afraid to disturb the silence that enveloped the house, not even the shadows hidden in the folds of the curtains.

Yes, people can really be scared and laugh at the same time, and the two are not in conflict.

When love and hate are mixed, people do terrible things, some things that they blame themselves for later.

The winner is not yet clear, and if you want to have a chance of winning, you must have the will of the winner.

"My whole life was in it, the photographs, the only letters my mom ever wrote to me, and his memories of my mom, all stuck in it, and now all that's left is ashes. Ivan tried to open the cover, but the pages turned to ashes at his fingertips. I told myself that it was good that I stayed with him. "Your head hasn't burned out, your memory hasn't faded, as long as you remember. We can recopy your mother's letters, and maybe we haven't been able to draw those pictures yet. ”

You know, Claire, that to me you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world, the kind of girl who can wipe away the darkness of the sky with a hoarse cry, and has a cello-like tone. You have to know that there is no girl in the whole world who can make a kite spin as fast as you. "These words, I only dare to whisper behind your back, and I dare not let you hear them. As soon as I face you, I become dumb"

I stood straight facing the skylight and watched the moon rise. The moon was round and large, and the light shone through every wooden panel in the attic, and even the dust particles suspended in the air were clearly visible, making the space seem peaceful and serene, and it was so quiet here.

The fear of the night actually comes from the fear of loneliness, I don't like to sleep alone, but I am forced to live like this.

But I felt a deep sadness, as if I had been firmly invaded by a sorrow.

I hugged her to me and told her I loved her. Some precious moments in life actually come from some small things.

At this moment, the whole city is like a desert. The barred windows of the bakery obscured the windows.

The rain began to fall, and I listened to the ticking of the raindrops on the asbestos tiles, and the rustle of leaves from the briar fence, every sound in the night of this house felt so familiar to me.

The sky was gray, and there was not a hint of a sunny day on the horizon.

When I learned on the platform that you were gone, I felt alone like never before in my life.

I'm just a buoy you hold on to during a storm and let go as soon as the weather clears.

None of us are children who indulge our youth in the school playground. I'm just a shadow in your life, but you have an important place in my life, and it hurts me. If I'm just a passerby, why would I let me break into your life? I've wanted to leave you a thousand times, but I can't do it on my own. So, please do me a favor and help us get this done, or, if you believe there is something we can share together, even if it's just a matter of time, find a way for us to continue this story.

How can their love just disappear out of thin air? When did love leave? Where did it go? Isn't love like a shadow, someone stepped on it and left with it? Or is it because love is as afraid of light as the shadow, or, on the contrary, without light, the shadow of love is wiped away, and finally departed?

"I'm hoping that good fortune will be on our side. Even if it's a small chance, it's worth the effort, isn't it?"

I reminded her that children have a language that has been lost to adults, a language that only exists between children and makes it easier for them to communicate.

When you really tell them something serious, adults never believe it.

When I got home, I climbed up to the attic and reread my mother's letter. Amateur, it is because she wrote in her letter that her greatest wish is that I can grow up happily in the future, that she wants me to find a job that makes her happy, that no matter what choices I make in life, whether I will love or be loved, she hopes that I will fulfill all the expectations she has placed on me.