I used to like reading novels very much, one after another to read all five, looking back to the first one is the best.
I have watched the main line of the first part many times, and the luck of knowing the Dragon's is still unforgettable.
People always move on. Lu Mingfei leaves home and makes many new friends, but the story always ends with one tragedy after another. It also reflects my unhappy life. I empathize with him, continuing to imagine his story, dreaming my own dreams along his surroundings, alternately sad and giggling.
I often felt lonely in the midst of all the laughter: I always thought of my imminent separation, and this particular loneliness, which I read in the later books, intensified. I like the text of the world's only tortoise, living in the world only to their own never abandon. Now, this view of life has not been changed by my colorful experience, but rather it has colored all my memories with a similar color, and I finally realize that must be a life of parting.