I remember when I was young at that time

  When the older generation infinitely beautifully recalls "remember when we were young", we sang "wait until I'm old, thinking about now is so beautiful".

  I once wrote in an essay, "Growing up is painful." Later, someone laughed at me and said, "You're writing such clichés." So I stopped mentioning it. But occasionally, I still flip through it and secretly indulge in self-admiration.

  I have many elder brothers and sisters, but most of them are already in their prime years. We rarely gather together and don't talk much when we do - there's a generation gap. So I envy her, even though her brother isn't exactly a gentle soul, at least she has someone to live with under the same roof, grow up with, and share pain with.

  And I can still grow up alone, hurt alone. When I'm old, in the early morning, standing under the tree, counting how many flowers have fallen, thinking about how beautiful it should be now.

  "This post was posted by Xu Chi on August 11, 2002 at 21:13:23 in the Fun Garden 'Xue Man and her friends'"

  I watched "Growing Up with Bao Bei" twice, and the innocence and cleverness of Ruan Ruan left a deep impression on me. However, I still couldn't understand Bao Bei; he seemed to be more than just an impulsive and timid boy. Ruan Ruan bid farewell to him online for the sake of "freedom like the wind", while Bao Bei considered himself a "failure" because of An Ni's harsh words, losing his former pride as the "Southern Flying Bird". I think they are actually similar people, seemingly ordinary, but their stories can touch our hearts. The ending with the simple answer "Tomorrow" is well-written, letting us join Ruan Ruan and Bao Bei in embracing that "tomorrow" which has always been coming but never truly arrived.

  This post was posted by Hua Ze on September 13, 2002 at 13:23:39 in the Fun Garden "Xue Man and her friends"

  Guan Sha's personality is similar to our brother's in some ways. They both have the same self-righteousness and unruliness, but what's different is their attitude towards their sisters. Guan Sha was initially dismissive of Ruo Yan, which made me think he didn't deserve to have a sister like her. In comparison, I feel lucky to have a brother like mine. On the other hand, Guan Sha appears cute and clever online, but why can't boys just let go of their pride for once?

  This post was posted by媛媛 on August 13, 2002 at 19:20:30 in the Fun Garden under "Xueman and her friends"

  It's a pity about that part of freedom like the wind. Beautiful things are always so fleeting, perhaps youth is something that needs to leave some regret behind.

  If everything were so perfect, then youth would not be worth reminiscing about.

  This post was posted by Hua Ze on June 8, 2002 at 16:23:56 in the Fun Garden "Xue Man Yuan and her friends"

  I remember when I was in the first year of junior high school, I especially longed for an older brother. At that time, it seemed to be a common ideal among all the girls in our class. Everyone liked to gather together to discuss what kind of perfect and awesome older brother they should have... Those days were spent purely and happily.

  When I watched "Growing Up with Sazae", I was in my second year of junior high school, and life was passing by at a moderate pace. The image of "Sazae" - like Snowy's sister all the time - was that of a lively, kind-hearted, and slightly mischievous girl, ordinary yet beautiful. And then there was "Futoshi", with all the arrogance, childishness, and vulnerability of boys his age, but also with something special about him. I liked this feeling, as well as Snowy's warm and delicate writing.

  Chapter 39: Growing Up in Snowy's Love

  I hope our words can grow up with Guan Sha together; let these touching words in our growth be buried in the bottom of our hearts.

  This post was posted by Qín Māo Māo on September 13, 2002 at 20:52:45 in the Fun Garden "Xuě Màn and her friends"

  Wang Enjing: Growing up in Snowy's love

  Xueman, a name that is infinitely dear and warm, whether in radio waves or in written words. I first met Xueman through the book "Rose Awakens, Jasmine Opens". Xueman's writing is delicate, transparent, sincere, and warm, like the bright sunshine of March, and as pure as winter snow. From those individual lives like flowers, I saw more or less myself. Those warm words also made me feel that special tenderness for girls. As Xueman herself said: Girls are like flowers, whether roses or jasmine, each elegant or fragrant in their own way. Girls are flowers, and flowers should be cherished.

  Later, I also read her "QQ Brother and Sister", which is a very interesting text, another chic snowman brought us a chic pipe sand and unexpectedly. As soon as I got it in my hands, I couldn't bear to put it down. Snowman's words are like a small cotton-padded jacket, blue with small flowers, just like the warmth of my mother's arms. On countless cold and dark nights, I curled up in the corner of my bed, holding Snowman's book and crying with the protagonist, laughing together, being moved together, facing all kinds of things in life together, learning to grow up together. Through those crystal-clear words, I saw her sweet smile, as well as the infinite warmth and love hidden behind that smile. I got used to sleeping with Snowman's fairy tales under my pillow, even if I didn't read them, just putting them under my pillow made me feel at ease, because sister's small cotton-padded jacket made me no longer feel the cold of the night.

  Xue Man's words taught me a lot of things. She taught me to pay attention to the most familiar strangers around me, to make a thousand and one wishes in my heart, to hold my hand, take me to the colorful world, and be a dancing fish...

  With the song of snowflakes, I am growing up, I am laughing, I am dancing, in the chaotic world with a peaceful heart, lightly dancing...

  Echo: On the road

  I actually only had a vague impression of Xue Man. I rarely read articles by contemporary authors, both domestic and foreign. When I was in elementary school, I read foreign fairy tales from one or two hundred years ago, and when I was in middle school, I read martial arts novels. It wasn't until high school that I started reading a wide variety of books, maybe because at this time I also had my own independent thoughts taking shape, so I could choose the books I liked to read. My parents didn't care what kind of books I read either, and many people may have experienced the big search for romance novels and comics, but that never happened to me.

  The first book of Xue Man is called "Flying over the Birds of Youth", a girl gave it to me, she was called Yimeng in "Youth Literature" and Wu Yeju in my BBS, also a girl who read many books since childhood. At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it, just took it back to read.

  Recently, it seems like many people are using the word "flower" as a metaphor to describe everything. Phrases such as "fresh as flowers", "blooming like flowers", "soft as flowers", and "fragrant as flowers" are everywhere. But Snowy's article is one that can only be described with the word "flower". It's fresh, fragrant, and imperceptibly growing in the air, full of the flavors of youth, growth, and sunshine. Like a green plant on a light yellow background, it's tender and lush, with birds flying overhead, capturing the eternal moment of youthful years.