A flower is wilting.

Author: Luo Shangqianwei
Publisher:
Publish Date: 2005-10-01
Features: This is my second book. Meeting you in the summer, meeting with hugs, meeting with kisses, meeting and merging together. We cannot be apart, cannot abandon each other. It is still a book commemorating the past years that will never return. The stories inside were written when I was 16. They are words of small hopes and dreams about love from the old times, expecting warm encounters, expecting an angel to descend to the mortal world one day. About Us: Grid, the home of words. Tribe, our haven. Although this is an era where words break free from the grid and originality steps out of the tribe, we still believe that some beliefs are related to persistence.
Planning and Positioning: Grid Tribe is dedicated to the creation and collective publication of youth bestsellers, written by young people for young people. It comprehensively records the life experiences and reflections of the youth generation, primarily in the form of essays and novels.
Survival Philosophy: People-oriented, literature-respecting, words-as-lake, books-as-duty. We advocate: A journey of words, meticulous packaging, sincere interaction—win-win is at Grid Tribe! Active minds, unique perspectives, cutting-edge views, extraordinary planning—build your lead-word castle with us!
Pushe's second album is called Life Like a Summer Flower. My second book is called A Flower Is Dying. Pushe wrote on the cover: "Under the blue sky, dedicated to our best years." I told the editor that on the new book's title page, I wanted to write: "Dedicated to my thunderous, distant 16 years, which will never return. Dedicated to some memories that have aged. Dedicated to the unrewarded love we once had." I still love Pushe very much; his voice accompanied my entire youth. Every one of us has old sentiments lying in a soft corner of our hearts. The past times, memories, hurts, tears, and smiles all make up our beautiful sentiments. That’s why I believe I am a happy child. Possessing some immortal strength, growing. And from now on, all the time will be set aside to move forward, leaving the past behind. Ahead will always be beautiful and splendid, illuminating my eyes and my magnificent dreams, and also lighting up your hearts. Because we are flowers. Flowers never die. Flowers wither.