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 　　That day, I had dinner with a high school classmate I hadn't seen in a long time. We talked about relationships, and she said, "Why 　　is it always women who get hurt?" Sometimes I wonder too, when two people love each other, why is it often the woman who ends up heartbroken? My classmate is preparing for graduate school entrance exams. The world of intellectuals is always so "high and mighty." She studies for over 13 hours a day on her own. Seeing her like this, I can't help but admire her perseverance. She's never been in a relationship, never met the right person, and says she'll only love one person in her life. Then I look at myself, wounded and scarred by love. 　　My relationship with Zhang can be described as revolutionary love. From high school to university graduation, neither of us chose to pursue further studies at a higher institution. We tacitly entered the workforce together. Three years of long-distance relationship, and because of lo...

 　　When I worked in the Communist Youth League, I organized annual training courses for branch secretaries in other cities, including Yixian, Huludao, Xingcheng, Shanhaiguan, Beidaihe, Tangshan, Dandong, and Beijing. One year, while swimming with the Youth League cadres at Wanghaisi Beach in Huludao, I told them, "When I retire, I'll definitely buy a house by the Wanghaisi beach so I can swim every day." 　　After Jinzhou got a swimming pool, I cycled more than ten miles every night to the Petrochemical Swimming Pool. In 2003, I joined the Winter Swimming Association and discovered that I could swim in natural waters every day in Jinzhou. In 2010, my wife visited almost every housing development in Jinzhou and finally decided to buy a high-rise apartment near Donghu Park by the Xiaoling River. She told me, "This is also to make it easier for you to swim in East Lake." 　　East Lake in Jinzhou is where Jinzhou's winter swimmers go every day. Now, it boasts newly ...

 I've forgotten when I first came here, only remembering how happy I was. At first, I just wanted a place to record my feelings, and among a bunch of apps, I found this one—a text-based website. Simple, just words, yet it instantly made my heart joyful. I downloaded the app and entered; it truly made me feel warm. I love the words here, I love silently looking at the mood wall, I love encouraging myself, I love recording my joys and sorrows, and I love the comforting words from strangers. I understand that sadness and happiness are always happening in this world, and meeting them here is a unique kind of fate. Looking at someone's words, imagining their beauty, is truly blissful. Even after changing my phone, I can't bear to leave this app; no matter how many things I uninstall, this haven remains. Here, there are dark moods, frustrated pasts, and also happy lives; beautiful words, warm and bright—that's probably… its charm. From its earliest version to now, it remains ...

 　　Memories slip away like sand through my fingers, a torrential downpour obliterating the past. Are you alright? 　　We promised to grow old together, how could you bear to lose me? In our youth, we were oblivious to heartbreak; we were never meant to be, yet our shadows clung to each other. I still remember that night, the moonlight pouring down, starlight flowing through your hair, you smiling as you drank wine and admired the flowers. In that instant, memory forgot to breathe, even the evening breeze blushed. I looked directly into your eyes, which seemed to hold the shimmering light of the world, and time stood still. We met like that in the fleeting years, our youthful days brief yet beautiful. 　　Unconsciously, tears filled my eyes, and with a wave of my hand, I realized it was all a dream—warm love, sorrow, and a chilling realization. The memories we cherish are fleeting, a beautiful intersection, but who wants it to end in heartbreak? Promises become wounds, and the years of ...

 　　Strolling slowly in the spring sunshine of March, stopping and starting, watching the flowers bloom beautifully, watching the spring rain gently fall, feeling the spring breeze on my face—spring is the fleeting years of youth. Youth is the most beautiful scenery in life. Youth is an encounter with blooming flowers; youth is a journey of pain and joy; youth is a fierce competition; youth is a time of striving for glory; youth is a time of romantic moments. 　　How sweet are the memories of youth; how beautiful are the years of youth; how vibrant are the fleeting years of youth. In youth, we move towards our dreams. We have fallen, we have been sad, we have been happy, we have been in pain, we have been lonely, we have been hesitant, we have been confused. Always, we wander in the long years; always, we grow in the spring-like life; always, we appreciate the beauty and rhythm of the four seasons of life in the changing seasons; always, we experience the beauty and helplessness of yo...

 　　Time flies like water, coming and going in a hurry. Look, in the blink of an eye, it has joyfully arrived at the Spring Festival of 2018. 　　Thinking of it brings warmth; silence speaks volumes. Perhaps, in just this fleeting moment, time has passed, winter has deepened, and the Spring Festival has come again. The brightly colored couplets, the steaming reunion dinner, the crackling of firecrackers, the fragrant dumplings, and our shy little secrets… have already filled the pages of this New Year's happiness during these waiting days, overflowing with heartwarming smiles and blessings. 　　There is a sentiment that nourishes the years; there is a longing that warms the world. Exquisite moments, tranquil years. The heart always needs a harbor to rest. During the Spring Festival, we once again rediscover ourselves, encountering the story of a city and time. Perhaps, or perhaps, in this vast sea of ​​people, we are all wanderers, always waiting for our way home. No one can be sure whi...

 　　Life must have something to love; only then will living have meaning. 　　This world unfolds different wonders every day, with its share of joys and sorrows. We encounter beauty in this journey of life, only to return to silence in the next season's farewell. 　　The helplessness in life may be the imperfections bestowed upon us by fate. The moon waxes and wanes, people experience joy and sorrow, everyone has their temper, but inner peace and tranquility are a product of one's own heart and cultivation. 　　If time treats me harshly, I will treat myself gently; if life gives me sunshine, why should I treat others coldly? Time will not take everything away, because love can still provide warmth. 　　I always feel that only when one's heart is filled with love and strength can one face the storms of life without fear. 　　In truth, we come into this world not to witness the wickedness of humanity, nor to get entangled in right and wrong. Life is not easy; we must cultivate ourselves...

 　　Life's fleeting years are always consumed in the journey. In God's eyes, the magnificent scenery along the way is beautiful because of youth, the choice to travel far, and the encounters that make it all so. Half a lifetime has been spent, yet I just happened to meet you. 　　Spring waters are just beginning to rise, spring forests are just beginning to flourish, spring breezes are blowing for miles, spring flowers are blooming everywhere, but none of these compare to you. So, having drifted all the way from the source of the Xinjiang River, I have stopped here. And so, a restless heart finds the road to the distance growing shorter and shorter, life seems to have a center, and the distance between you and me has become the radius, this circle locking in my sphere of activity. 　　That year, we went to see the sea together, our footprints side by side on the beach, our shadows stretched long in the sunset, our playful antics on the beach, the tranquil night sky, the stars like w...

 　　A wisp of wind rises, shaking down the branches laden with longing. You stand beneath the tree, your eyes radiant with a gentle spring breeze. And so, a ray of light falls, and you turn to ash with it. 　　--- Prologue 　　You are the true words in the Buddhist scriptures as the prayer wheel turns; you are the only true love in Loulan City; you are the man with the folding fan beneath the tree amidst falling blossoms when the wind rises; you are the haunting figure I cannot escape in my dreams, and also a splash of red in that picturesque landscape. 　　I remember our first meeting, you were still dressed in white, your every move graceful and elegant, brimming with talent. The folding fan accentuated your refined and elegant demeanor, but what truly captivated me was your smile, as gentle as a spring breeze. 　　Yes, when you smile, spring arrives, the snow melts, and the flowers bloom. 　　After that, I stayed by your side. 　　You said, "What is the meaning of life? Better to plant ten ...

 Hearing this news suddenly was very sad. We never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. My WeChat Moments is flooded with posts about you. I'm silently praying for you, hoping you're doing well in heaven. I've watched that video repeatedly, and I still can't believe it's you. We've known each other for seven or eight years, though we met on Tieba ( a Chinese online forum). You've always been a very reliable friend. In our memories, you've always been a good person. In everyone's hearts, you've always been a wonderful young man— warm-hearted, kind, optimistic, and humorous . You always did your best to help friends in need, and you always participated in volunteer activities on Tieba. But in the blink of an eye, it's all become the past that can never be returned to. Everything is gone, leaving only memories. X, may you rest in peace . Whenever I encounter these things, I always feel a pang of sadness , lamenting the fragility ...