The farthest distance in the world

Author: Ning Canshen
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Publish Date: 2002-09-01
Features: At this moment, one realizes the origin of those sorrowful eyes. In truth, it's not just her; I don't have much confidence in myself either. After several struggles, we keep returning to the starting point. Regrettably, it feels as though everything is futile. Tragedy has been deeply carved into the rings of destiny. Whether this cold, damp memory can be smoothed away in the end depends on fate.
The reflection in the shop window, the man opposite her was indistinct, but her expression was clear. Her face was filled with undisguised sweetness. At that moment, I was only three steps away from her. Listening to her cough, I really, really wanted to pat her back, but my hands, ah, couldn't pass through the transparent glass.
Finally, I have the chance to write this series. Finding a suitable theme isn't easy. Sweet, happy—perhaps a year and three months worth of memories. Four months that were long yet brief, silently existing but no longer felt. Like an ice lamp, when the sun rises, the earth is vast. Accidentally picking up an ice cube that hadn't melted from the ground, a child said it looked like a tear.
"I like you, really. Grandson, it's not too late. It's not too late, please give me another chance to continue serving the leader." Late, late, you're still someone with a sense of security, but the big problem is a lack of courage. I... I just want to stay with you.
She said, "Stop talking. It's no use."
As the saying goes, the heart truly does hurt. I could clearly feel the piercing pain in my chest, as if multiple needles were pricking it, making my heart ache and tingle. Then it spread to both shoulders and my entire back, leaving my upper body numb. Breathing became difficult, as if I had forgotten how to inhale. After staring blankly for a while, I finally remembered to take a deep breath, repeating the cycle until tears threatened to spill.
A few articles basically represent my current highest level of writing. Personally, I think there's been significant progress compared to my previous writing skills. For the first time, I understood what a novel truly was. For the first time, I realized there were so many formalities in compiling jokes. For the first time, I learned that the things I used to write hadn't even touched the edge of what constitutes a novel.