I’m looking for a better-looking romance novel. It shouldn’t be a noob, it shouldn’t be overly beautiful, it shouldn’t be common, the writing should be better, and the plot shouldn’t be too simple.

"Cultivation of Arts and Sciences"

The writing is very good, but it is quite long

The following is an excerpt from it:

In Life , people are constantly leaving or entering.

So, what is seen is invisible; what is remembered is forgotten.

In life, there are constant gains and losses.

So, what is invisible is seen; what is forgotten is remembered.

However, does being invisible mean that it does not exist?

Remember, will it never disappear? Countless regrets, countless tears, countless stories of encounters and misses have turned into the Milky Way that shines across the sky every summer night. The crystal is vast, and it is filled with the smiles and distressed tears of the whole world. It is

countless choices of giving up and being willing, and it is enough regret to flood the planet like a tide.

Every time there is wind, I will think of you, and every time the sky turns blue, I can see your smile in my mind.

There are not always some people who, like the white mist on a foggy day, gradually fade from clear to a faint outline among the flowers and grass, but the familiar person who once appeared in the background The sound will eventually be like a demagnetized tape, slowly forming a layer of noise, eventually becoming blurry and indistinct, and then truly disappearing from this world. Go to the rivers that time has forgotten. The river that drowns all joy, anger, sorrow and joy, the river that drowns all love and hate, the river that drowns all sadness, the river that drowns all regrets, the river that drowns everything that doesn’t want to leave and finally leaves, the river that drowns everything that has never been embraced and finally leaves. Embracing each other, along with the colorful colors that penetrate the entire world, vigorously flooded into the opening that opened inadvertently in time and space. Between the sky and the earth there are only large expanses of falling grass, funerals flying all over the sky, and on the barren slopes standing lonely figures who don’t know where they came from and where they are going, singing songs from a long time ago. , along with the setting sun, waiting for the morning sun to rise through the dark night.

We always pass each other, we always say goodbye to each other, but we don’t understand that at a certain corner and moment, if we go left or right, we will really walk out of each other’s lives. We walked into a scene of cherry blossoms blooming and ice and snow.

How come those people who always say goodbye and good night to us every morning and dusk disappear in the blink of an eye on the ancient road where we gather and disperse in the sunshine every day? Like people who existed thousands of years ago but passed away, they are like fireworks, exploding suddenly and ending again

suddenly.

When all the autumn leaves wither and fall, and spring and summer come again, we should all separate. Then there will be no regrets, no heartache, and we should go to a strange place. See strange scenery and live with strange people, right?

The subtle encounters between people are like what is said in the book. Those who eventually leave your side, your world, your past and the future will eventually meet each other in heaven. In this way, we Will you not be sad for losing them now? No need to feel distressed or regretful. Every step you take in the future will be so sonorous and powerful, and you will move forward indomitably? Missed, lost, given up, left, all those strange and familiar faces that have appeared around us, will one day be in the area of ​​our hearts that controls memory, and will be captured by the brain

An invisible electric wave quietly faded and erased, and until the moment we passed away from this world, we never remembered them?

What about the people we don’t want to forget? Do we have to carve them bloody into our hearts with a knife in order to remember them close and long-term?

We will always have to say goodbye and take away the memories. After many years, when we think back again, only a smile can replace everything...

We will always grow up, and in every Days spent watching the sunset and looking up at the sky. We will always grow up, in every moment when our exhausted hearts become numb. We will always grow up, and when you and I get together and leave, we always use our hearts to try to devour all the gravel in the world, and then wear out the calluses and look down on everything, including Birth, old age, illness and death, including happiness and sadness. But we often ignore that everything we have now will one day be lost. So we forgot to cherish, forget to retain, and let them pass by in a hurry. It was not until we looked back that we discovered that things had changed. So, this is growing up, from not knowing how to cherish to knowing how to cherish. From gaining a lot, to losing a lot. From the calloused tender flesh, pearls are obtained.

Sometimes two people don’t need too many words or sweet words. They just stand quietly and can feel each other’s trembling hearts. Sometimes, they are fierce, beautiful and fragrant. What is touching is not necessarily love. Real love may be just standing together like this, gently holding each other's hands, just like the time it takes for the earth to go around the sun a hundred times. For the universe, it is just a moment, but it exists forever.

When some people meet, they have to wait until the whole world disappears, and time stops flowing. Carved into a rickety appearance. And the meeting of some people has to wait.

Even dreams gradually dissipate with the white clouds that move fleetingly day by day. It has to wait until the grass and trees have withered and flourished for dozens of seasons that cannot be remembered. It has to wait until the petals of flowers bloom. The fluttering turns into melting snow, until the person in memory gradually changes his appearance on the long and distant road ahead, and a warm smile remains in the memory.

Maybe some people are like this. When they are next to you, you can’t see anything special, as if they don’t exist at all, as if everything they do revolves around themselves, and when they are no longer there, Only then will you realize that the center of gravity of your entire life lies in that individual.

It’s just that the reality is too heavy and the vow is too far away. It's just that when you and I met, we couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

Those time when one after another died on the lonely river bank, finally on a day that we will never remember, with the most perfect posture, quietly descend into the gap that can be forgotten with a wave of the hand, along the space Pieces of faults, if they actually penetrate the past, disappear into the next space that will be joined together, starting another journey of birth and disappearance.

Before we came to this world, we had already made an agreement with our other self. In the next century, or the next century, we agreed to meet somewhere, maybe come to this world. When we were together, we were faced with too many temptations and too many worries, which made us gradually

forget the agreement and the other selves we wanted to wait for each other. We were immersed in the happiness of the world. and joy, attacked by sorrow and disease, but never see each other again throughout their lives.

Countless regrets, countless tears, countless stories of encounters and misses have turned into the Milky Way that hangs across the sky every summer night. The world is filled with smiles and distressed tears, which are countless choices of giving up and being willing to give up. They are regrets that are enough to flood the planet like a tide.

When time is also remembered for a long time, who blew the oath on the cliff tower thousands of years ago, and the vastness was blown away by the wind, and every particle turned into the weakest radio wave in the world. After the change of time and space, I gently carry with me every day when I look up at the wilderness and distant mountains, every day when I see the sea and swimming fish, every day when I see the sky and flying birds. With the rolled up grass, the monsoon wind of the ocean, and the blue shimmer of the sky reflected on the eyes, the final growth slowly sprouted, growing into a towering tree in the distance, supporting the covering.

Building a world of flourishing dreams and hopes.

Life is like this. When you think there will be no changes or surprises, when you think your life is the same, nothing external can shake it, not even an Atlantic typhoon can shake it. Sometimes, it is often the most inconspicuous loophole.

The life that we once thought was as stable as a rock surrounded by a steel castle can so easily dissipate and fragment, turning into bits and pieces. The fragments, with no time to recall them, disappeared into the air, as if they had gone to another world.

How many years of beautiful time have been submerged in this city, how many dreamy days have accompanied it in this city, when the mountains and plains are full of golden sunflowers, when When the entire clear sky is as clear as a mirror and cloudless, when the light fluff in the sky disappears into the vast time and space with

inexplicable sadness, when the distant mountains begin to dissipate and the fog gradually reveals their haziness. When the silhouette is silhouetted, when the rays of sunshine slant on the high-rise residential buildings in the community, leaving stripes of light and black spots intertwined with color, when this summer comes again, dreams and romance are filled with dreams and romance. when.

Space and time are no longer distances for two people who are facing each other across a distance of time and space. It is like piercing through the clouds, piercing through Neptune and the Earth's light-years and appearing in their own eyes in an instant. The goddess in front of you must hug her tightly before she wakes up from her sleep, otherwise it will be like waking up from empty dreams countless times before, just like Like water bubbles that emerged from the bottom of the water, they disappeared into the air without leaving a trace. It’s best to never wake up from this dream, ever!

This feeling of happiness after the pain made Li Sansi deeply moved. Unexpectedly, when he almost thought that he was going to go through a long waiting time, he thought that he might never see her again. to this beautiful girl.

Sometimes, on a most unexpected morning, a morning when even the air is very light, the fateful lines between the two people meet again and solidify into that day. At that time, there was a gentle breeze and a landscape painting with fluttering catkins. The memory was in that early morning when the sun was just visible.

We seem to have been passing by each other like this, whether it is in the central garden where pear blossoms are in full bloom in spring, on the Haishan Ancient Road filled with flowers every day, or in the bustling city where we always think we can meet at the next intersection, or... On an unknown journey in the future

I always thought that we could meet. I always thought that when you see me at that time, you will have bright eyes, so gentle that you can't take your eyes away. smile.

The senior high school students can see the movement of light in the classroom, and how the leafy trees outside are withering day by day. They are also confused about the future. Everyone is smiling and silent. , in the same repetitive life, I found that the life in front of me turned out to be a blank. The classroom always lets in light between an angle of 35 degrees and 60 degrees, and then the light casts a dark shadow on each angular and three-dimensional classroom space. On a sunny day, you can see a bright spot on the ground at the edge of the window. One by one, they are like black shadows cut out of time.

This is the life of the first half of the third year of high school, condensed into the passing light, the incandescent lamps that light up one by one with the sound of Bi Bo during self-study at night, and the sound of writing fermenting in the memory.

There are some words that have never been said out loud. Can I keep them clearly in my mind and make them unforgettable over the years?

With a pair of hands that can never be held by my side, can I miss the smile that appears in my mind every night when I dream about it at midnight?

In this world, some people are born to be worshiped by others and held high by others; some people are born with no worries about food and clothing and live forever in material castles built by others; Some people are born with the power of life and death, and they can get wind if they want, and rain if they want rain. And some people are born with the severe pressure of life and work hard for a little bit of survival capital; others are born in the dark lower strata of society and face all kinds of misfortunes. , living on the last breath.

Life has always been cruel, and society has always been unequal. What you pay may not always be rewarded, and the way of heaven may not be cyclical. Retribution is elusive and insubstantial. How many things are there in the world? Can it be taken out and exposed to the sun? Because of this, we should never give up hope or give up on ourselves! To become strong, when you are strong, you will at least have the ability to reverse the inequality around you! You have the ability to protect your loved ones, friends, and lovers around you.

Today’s night is deep and beautiful. The entire ground is gently wrapped in the starry sky. The stars in the sky are shining so brightly that they are flashing one after another, quietly, quietly, like It is waiting for some legends that have not yet appeared, and seems to tell some stories about time

and forgetfulness. It has taken over the dreams of all sleeping people and turned into countless bright constellations flying in the sky. Thousands are flying, everything is about to begin, and everything has ended. Everything has not been forgotten, and everything has been forgotten. Under these overwhelming stars

it seems to have happened before, but it has never appeared.

The white clouds drifted slowly in the sky, with big flowers, like layers of huge palaces, and the sunlight that shuttled through the gaps between the clouds couldn't wait to break through the woods, casting streaks on the central street. The light pillar, with the dust floating up and down inside, reflects the faint light in the air

The faint glow is like waiting for a legend that has not yet begun but has already begun, making people feel as if they are falling into It captures those long and painfully beautiful moments in Hayao Miyazaki’s animations.

At the end of the college entrance examination, it should be like this. There will be these feathers in the air that seem to come from a distant paradise, rendering autumn into loneliness for no reason, rendering loneliness into outlines, and then gradually being swept away by the tide. Submerged by the rushing time, all that was left behind were wildly long weeds, and even the laughter and scoldings of the past were forgotten by the memory of a dim space.

An unknown grass bud pushes away the stone and pulls out its tip. Then the sun rises and sets, the seasons change, the grass grows and the orioles fly, the wasteland turns into grassland, the rocks pile up into green hills, and the waves beat into birds. .

Everyone turned into countless comings and goings of light and shadow, and the sound of the world gradually became clearer.

People say that the summer sunshine makes you only remember the blue sky and the white clouds flowing quietly all day long. You cannot remember the appearance of the sun, only the warm fragrance of the quilt after being exposed to the sun. However, the autumn sunshine is like gold and fills every dusk when the grass is growing and the orioles are flying. The autumn sunshine seems to have a kind of magic power, making people sad for spring and autumn in this season that is not cold, and lamenting the passage of time. It is gold. Does the color remind people of the wise saying "A thousand dollars can't buy a moment", or is it that humans are born to be animals that are easily moved by the scene?

The feeling of summer is that of hot, noisy and passionate passion, while the feeling of autumn is that the whole world is fading in grand brilliance, the leaves turn from green to withered, the long rivers recede into small streams, and the walls of the ancient city are mottled. Insects crawled lazily...

Walking on the flagstones of the central garden covered with broken leaves, some boys and girls on bicycles hurried past, leaving behind the wheels running over the broken leaves. There was a clear sound, and some people were sparsely sitting on the park benches, far and near, dragging out long shadows, like musical notes standing under the setting sun, singing in the dusk. A long song wandering in another space.

Many, many years ago, this small town that seemed to be unaffected by what happened in the outside world had these scenes left behind. Did those emotions that happened but disappeared just like this change into It has taken another form, drifting in the air, giving people the illusion of déjà vu. Maybe in the last reincarnation, I also laughed, made trouble, and was happy here. , sad here.

Haishan City is still peaceful. Through the dense but not dense hazelwood trees, you can see a variety of exquisite shops on the main road. The cars driving by on the road, the insects crawling quietly on the edge of the grass, the sweet-looking girl sitting behind the boy's bicycle, and the figure swinging back and forth on the swing in the distance all made this The small town seemed to be cast in a light yellow light, filled with a sense of happiness.

In the city in front of me, all kinds of things are happening every day, including birth, old age, illness and death, happiness and sadness, gatherings and separations. Countless emotions are like shadows cut out under the light, weaving a large network in everyone's heart that is embedded in the body and connects the bones. The slightest tug will cause heartache.

All Shanda's lives are now flourishing and thriving in the city submerged under the blue night sky in front of him, continuing their stories, developing their lives, burying their heartache, and watching the future.

Who misses whom, like a ship crossing the Strait of Malacca, it walks out of each other's horizon and disappears behind the distant sea of ​​white clouds.

Life is a long song that will eventually come to an end, but life is a chess game that can never be solved. On this blue planet of the solar system two million light-years away from Andromeda, there are countless people. Life seems to be born in this huge chess game. This chess game has been in operation since the birth of human beings. It carries with it the power of inertia that the world cannot challenge, like being pulled by the gravity of the earth. The attracted moon is eternally rotating in a space that seems vast but is actually small.

There are some places that we can never reach; there are some things that we can never do; there are some promises that only follow the setting sun as it sets along the mountains, disappearing without any echo.

Some people can guarantee that forever, the ending of a TV series can be seen, but the result cannot be seen in life. Until the last moment, no one is sure that they will continue to walk on the original path, holding on to the original path tightly. But it is also because of its uncertainty. A good sailor will never give up his ship until the last moment when the wind and waves are raging, because the moody sea is far away. It was more dangerous than on the deck; but if it really came to the point where the ship capsized and people died, he would jump out of the ship decisively. His heart fighting for survival could not tolerate the slightest memory.

Clouds began to gather in the sky above. I don’t know how long it will take before the warm Pacific air reported in the weather forecast reaches Haishan City. The weather then should be like summer, so warm. A summer without any sadness, a summer full of carefree smiles.

Time slipped away in a hurry before everyone had time to react. The shadows of the trees at dusk became shorter and shorter, the chill in the air became thicker and thicker, and the sky seemed to be about to break in the next moment. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. In such an autumn, no insects are willing to drag their bodies out in search of food.

Now, what is out of reach is no longer a dream. His wings have gradually grown into broad wings, enough to carry him to fly. My own strength is enough to bear the weight of life. My luggage is enough to accompany me on my long voyage.

No matter how long the road ahead is, life already has the faith to move forward. No matter how desolate it is, he has hope of holding on to the dawn. No matter how rough the waves are, your little boat will always be upgraded to a giant ship, conquering the whole world and the vast ocean.

Behind its beautiful appearance in the tranquil Haishan City, there should be a princess living here. She can leisurely count the stars in the sky in her pajamas at midnight, or she can sit in a cicada somewhere. In the afternoon when everyone is sleeping, you can wear a pleated skirt and walk with your hands behind your back beside the golden rice fields; you can also rush past you in a windbreaker among the crowd, or you can be in a time that makes you sad. , hearing her ethereal singing voice coming from nowhere, she just walked through the crowd with a layer of faint light, passing through you and me, passing through the encounter that broke like a bubble,

Through the landscapes that seem to be frozen in oil paintings, through the spring, summer, autumn and cold winter, when you look back inadvertently, you will see a side face that makes your breath stop for a moment in a certain time and space.

If you have the princess in your heart, cherish it. If you haven’t waited yet, please continue, because she will eventually flap her white feathers, ride the wind, control the clouds, and pass through the mountains and mountains. The sea, passing through clouds and lightning, passing through countless regrets and heartaches, passing through countless sorrows and promises, comes to you with a fragrance that makes you cherish.

Please believe that countless girls have been deceived in this world from ancient times to the present, but it is indeed the most romantic sentence: hold your son’s hand and grow old together with him.

Use all your charm and methods to trick the girl you love.

Then, cherish it.

Please do not use death to highlight the greatness of the mission! In this world, nothing is more important than human life! Don't just use fate to block the unseen future and attribute everything to a bullshit fate. That is the deepest sorrow of the human soul! If you insist on what destiny is, listen carefully. Only destiny can be controlled by oneself!

Will we, at a certain time and place, in a place that cannot be named, in a scene where the wind makes lines, see that familiar face? , and at the same time, at that moment, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

Someone laid a foreshadowing of looking into the future on the shore where the tide receded, so the sky gradually faded and the night sky became dark, so the river bed sharpened into a dry water stream, and the falling dead leaves were reflected against the flowing water, spinning into useless The sadness of landing. Then dawn became far away, the fish maw on the horizon turned into a sea of ​​flowing clouds, the original scenery was lost in sight, and the most beautiful thread in my memory was lost.

The same warm sunshine, this small mountain town overwhelmingly drowned out the sunshine of past stories, witnessed the arrival and departure of countless people, rising slowly every morning and slowly drowning every evening. The sunshine buried all the pain, all the hatred, all the numbness

All the sadness.

There are always many unsatisfactory places in this world. It is not perfect. There will always be many dark corners. We will always encounter sadness and fall into despair, but there will always be some in this world. People are like the God of Darkness. Even if they are bruised and bruised by life, they are still fighting, and they still use their smiles to lead people through the boundless darkness.

At the entrance of the community is a huge sycamore tree. When you raise your head, the overwhelming dark yellow sycamore leaves come into view. Thousands of tiny light beams penetrate through the cracks and holes, and there are countless light spots. flowing on her red cotton skirt. The sun was a bit dazzling, the wind was flowing like water, moving the swaying sycamore trees, and the sea of ​​yellow leaves was burning in sight. These lights and shadows that seemed to come from heaven made the world stop. The passage of time has preserved everything in that slightly whitish autumn-yellow picture.

Kicking the large and small gravels under your feet, along with the small stones rolling out and the dust in the air, the sound of the busy traffic on the roadside gradually disappeared until only one frequency was left whirring. Cars passing by, I don’t know who dropped the wishing bottle on the tree, so others followed suit.

As a result, this extremely ordinary phoenix tree was filled with blessings and hopes. A variety of wishing bottles with various colors, like the elves from Grimm's fairy tales in a tree, quietly waiting for every rising sun and falling dusk. The four seasons change and the grass grows and the orioles fly. I put them before

The curtain on the sky has been replaced by the stage of night, slowly getting deeper and deeper, until the curtain of light is drawn again, the stars are hidden, the morning sun bursts out, and the outline of the distant mountains is highlighted. The entangled fog dissipated, turning into the most transparent dew in the morning, dripping bright tears, soaking and burying

The mud that grows in spring and autumn throughout the four seasons

My heart felt like it was being hammered hard The blow almost made me breathless. My heart felt like it was being stirred by a jagged knife. The pain spread along the nerves throughout the body, like the roots of a big tree. It instantly extended out, penetrated into the flesh and blood of the body, and grew luxuriantly.

The difference between meteors and the Milky Way is that meteors are just fleeting in the sky, while the Milky Way collects those meteors and solidifies them into the most beautiful pictures in the night sky.

When the clouds stretched out for thousands of meters, a vague white mist rolled out, translucently reflecting the vast and vast land that remained unchanged forever, just like wild geese that had stayed for a whole century, disappearing and being submerged in the eternal sky. appeared in the sunset.

Life is like white clouds, as plain as water, but also wonderful.

In the small town by the sea, the warm wind blows slowly, the sunshine is warm, the green woods sway in the wind, the edges of the leaves reflect the faint golden light, and thousands of them sway, like a series of dancing golden threads. . The white clouds in the sky flow slowly, and from time to time a few birds fly by, passing through the tangled wires in the air, and flying into the distance, shattering the tranquility of this summer sky.

I often feel dazed for no reason, wondering whether we will be in a certain place at a certain time, in a place that cannot be named, or in a scene where the wind draws lines. Here, I suddenly saw the familiar and warm face of the past. Will it be the same at that moment?

The end of the world.

Some people’s lives are always lined up in two non-intersecting straight lines, and the distance never changes, walking side by side, walking very far together, and finally suddenly discover that from the beginning, they have been with each other. They have never intersected or begun. Like, me and you.

In every memory stirred up by the yellowed picture, I will always remember that there is still someone who was by my side, walked together for so many years, saw so many scenery, and said so many things. There were many words, but now they have been scattered to the end of the world where even thoughts can't reach them.

Some people, you only have a few words with them, but it feels like you have been talking to them for many years.

...You know, there are many, many times when I see you and my heart aches. If possible, I would like to stay with you all the time. Next to me, I see you grinning and helpless after being bullied by me. It's just that the ideal is too romantic, but the reality is too heavy, and there are too many things that we can't grasp, so that we will finally be separated. I only hope that after I leave for many, many years, you can live happily together with your beloved girl, and in this mountain city where we are separated by a long distance of time and space, we will always be open. Happy to welcome the sunshine that shines on your handsome face every day.

No regrets, no tears.

Isn’t it true that at the end of every blockbuster bird migration journey, there are always some scenes that are like the projection of yellowed film, with some loneliness that hastily closed the eyes, and scattered the backs of many people.

Is it true that in every spring and autumn, when summer comes and autumn comes, there will be things that we inadvertently forget, fall on the soil with a slight sea breeze, shake and take root and grow, like The green and vigorous vitality of the separated weeds can be seen in the supports. They have sprouted from the ground and sprouted season after season, revealing themselves in every cold windy night and red-wrapped morning sun. And eventually it grows into a towering tree. Even if we see it inadvertently, we can no longer find that it was something that once stayed but is now growing.

Some people live on the same earth, but in different worlds. Some people are far away from each other, but live in the same world. Their lives are like lines. , twisted silk generally covers and winds over the entire world, complex and orderly.

In front of us, there is a huge life blocked. We will all go to strange places, see strange scenery, chat and drink with strange people, walk on strange slopes, and listen to the endless wind. I know the wind coming from which ocean, look at the unfamiliar swaying rice fields in front of me, come into contact with more things, and grow up day by day. This is life, not a fairy tale, but it is Better than a fairy tale.

Many times, when we are on the original path, we actually have no choice. Many times, many things cloud our hearts that we thought were as clear as a mirror, but we end up regretting it for the rest of our lives. things. No wonder in this world, novels about turning back time are extremely popular. Life is not perfect. When everyone looks back, he can always see the cocoon in his heart that cannot be touched. The scabs, those stories of miss and regret, have been carved into our blood-red hearts with the sharp knife of time, so that when we look back on them many, many years ago, we still feel sad.

It turns out that the most precious and beautiful things are not the most dazzling ones. Perhaps the most ordinary ones are also so difficult to let go of. It turns out that the beauty that has been repeated in life just passes away from us. Passing by each other again and again, until we grow up, until we mature,

Until those things form clouds and disappear from our world and memories.

There are some things that you worry about losing because you care about them.

There are also many beautiful words and the plot design is not bad. I hope you like it.